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My childhood dog, Chopper, was deaf and nearly blind towards the end. He slept a lot and had a lot of accidents around the house. One day, mom reached out and asked if we could eat lunch together. At the lunch, she showed me printed out email conversations from her, dad, and the vet. The last page was the euthanization appointment time and place. I couldn't make it. I was in college, living in the dorm, swamped with work. And so he died with mom and dad. I made it to the burial. Mom briefly opened the box to show me his little form, curled up in a blanket he loved. And then I helped dad dig the hole. Driving back to the dorm, I realized that at some point, he had seen me for the last time. This dog who I grew up with since elementary school barely saw me towards the end. I didn't really say bye. I regret not going back to the house after that lunch.