So my dog of 15 years, Tess, died last week. And my father didn't bother to call my sister or I to tell us. My sister got a call today (finally) and I found out when she told me. I'm really upset about my dog dying, even though it was her time. She had cancer and she let everyone know when it was time for her to go. But I'm just as upset at my dad for not telling me either. It seems a little careless. I grew up with her in my house since I was 8 years old, and she was just as much my dog as his, even though I haven't lived at home for quite a while. So yeah, I'm upset and...I don't know. I figure animal lovers would understand.