I lost the sixteen year old family dog. The sixteen year old dog with epilepsy, cataracts, hearing loss and the beginnings of kidney failure. Molly decided she was three again and ran away like she used to do. But she's not three, she's sixteen and has epilepsy and could hardly walk yesterday, hasn't been able to see anything for over a year, and is mostly deaf. And my parents are due back in town any minute, and the dog is gone. The dog is gone and not wearing a collar, because we all thought that of course the sixteen year old dog that can hardly walk would never run away, and there would be no need for a collar.

Why do dramatic things happen whenever a family member is coming back from a big trip? Kate got home from Prague and the car got impounded. My parents fly back from Sacramento and the dog runs away. What kind of bad karma do I have?

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