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Tonight my mom took my dog, Kerry, outside. Because it is dark outside and he is a border collie, and is therefore black she losses sight of him and thinks he took off. My parents call his name, and can't find him. my dad drives all over my neighborhood. My sister does back behind the house to see if he returned, and she finds him. I think o my mom is going to yell at him, instead all I hear are cries from my mom. It's just that it is so sudden. Most dogs die of cancer or something so you have time to say goodbye. At least Kerry got to do what he loved when is died which was running.