It’s not true that if you expect the unexpected you will never be surprised. About two weeks ago we took my dog Lilly to the vet because she had been showing signs of suspicious behavior. Among these were restlessness, a lack of appetite, and using the bathroom in the house(which she never did), For the past several months she had been acting slightly different, but we could not positively confirm our theory and marked it up to aging. Since the discovery of the new found evidence we made an appointment to see a vet ASAP. The next afternoon my dad and I drove to the animal hospital to get her evaluated. Weeks prior we had seen the veterinarian and she had diagnosed Lilly with heart worms, an easily treatable illness in her case. During that visit the veterinarian had found nothing else peculiar so I no worries, I thought that maybe she maybe just had some disease that could be cured eventually and that she might just experience some discomfort but I was prepared to hear worse news or so I thought. The visit took long enough but now looking back I appreciated it wasn’t shorter. The vet looked into Lilly’s eyes and grew very concerned. She said that something was obviously wrong with her liver due to her yellowish color and it was so obvious she had no idea how the other vet had missed it or how Lilly was even able-bodied still. The vet told us that she looked great for her condition, seeing as her liver had to be almost gone. She told us that if we found a cure in time we could cure the illness and Lilly could live a happy dog life for many years to come. She said to come back immediately in the morning for further testing. I left the office optimistically; after all she said that the dog looked great for her condition. I was expecting a quick diagnosis and eventual full recovery. I would soon find out that this was not the case. That night was all downhill. Lilly would not eat, but still managed to puke every half hour or so. She would not stay still. When offered to go on a walk she only made it halfway down the street and lay down. She could not go any farther. It was the absolute worse I have ever felt for any person or thing. The next morning my dad woke me up early because he was leaving for the animal hospital in time to not be late for work. His words were “Come see your dog because it might be the last time you do.” As I sat there in the car freezing with my dog drooped over glooming at me helplessly it hit me I knew she wasn’t coming home.
Later that day I got the expected news. As I stood in my back yard, digging a hole to burry Lilly I finally realized how short life is. I had never experienced death; I have never really been 
