My step-mom's boxer, Jake, died at dad's house this morning. Dad text messaged my phone to tell me. What a happy wake-up call....

I won't particularly miss Jake since I haven't spent more than 36 hrs in my dad's house since he got re-married. I just never bonded with the dog in any meaningful way. Still, it is sad. He suffered for a long time when he should have been euthanized many months ago. I am relieved he is out of his misery.

I am slightly curious and creeped out though. I've never had a pet die at home (other than fish). I don't know how I would deal with my pet just dropping dead in my house. Meeting an unfortunate end is one thing, but to just wake up one morning and find your life-long pet not breathing? Yikes... I'd have nightmares for sure.

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