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I took my dog to the vet yesterday for a regular checkup and because she had an ear infection. She gets ear infections a lot. That’s a “thing” with floppy-eared dogs. The only appointment they had was right after school, so my children and I had to rush home to get our dog, and rush to the vet. If you’ve ever tried to rush anywhere with children right after school, you know it can be stressful.The exam went well and, after an 8-hour workday and 45 minutes in the vet’s office, I was eager to get home and relax. By “relax,” I mean “spend an hour alone, while my kids watch TV and my dog plays by herself in the backyard.”There was a 10-minute delay between the end of the exam and them having the bill ready for me to pay. While I sat there, in the waiting room, with my two younger children and my dog, an elderly man came in with his German shepherd.His very old German shepherd.It was clearly in pain as it walked. Through the front window, I saw it walking slowly on the concrete sidewalk and, once it came through the door, it couldn’t get much traction on the hardwood floor of the waiting room.The dog’s back legs slid out from under it. It struggled to lift its back side and walk a little more, but it was yelping in pain. Finally, tearfully, the man picked it up. The dog was pretty big, and the man was pretty old, and it looked like he was struggling to carry his dog. He sat down in the first seat he could find, still holding his dog.I was tempted to offer to help or strike up a conversation with the man. There are normal things dog owners talk about when they encounter each other: what kind of dog is that, how old is it, etc…But something stopped me from talking to the man.He didn’t have to sit there long. The vet came out immediately (usually they don’t come out at all… a tech calls you back to the exam room), said something quietly to the man, and then led the man and his dog, still cradled in his arms, back to the very same exam room where my dog had been just minutes before.Along the way, both receptionists told the man that they were sorry.That’s when my suspicions were confirmed. This elderly man was bringing in his elderly dog to be euthanized.There I was, with my overly-energetic two-year-old dog, my equally-energetic young children, full of stress and eager to get home, where my dog and children would leave me alone while I relaxed for a while.As I watched this man carry his friend for the last time, I thought to myself: “One day, I’m going to miss all of this… the young, energetic dog, the school-aged kids who never seem to stop talking, the running errands after a hard day at work… all of it. Perhaps I should stop stressing over it, and instead enjoy it while it lasts.I was also glad I did not talk to the guy. I’m glad I didn’t interrupt his last moments with his friend.When I finally got home yesterday, instead of parking my kids in front of the TV and letting my dog out in the yard, I asked my kids if they’d like to play with our dog with me in the yard. They did, and we had a lot of fun.

How do I fight my homeowner's association? They’re telling me my account is with the lawyers. I didn’t get a bill & suddenly, there’s a lawyer's letter informing me that my HOA’s foreclosing on the lien to my house for nonpayment of association fees.Get a lawyer.Then your lawyer will get copies of the documents the HOA mailed to you, including the Certified Mail receipts.And copies of the papers that were served to you by a process server.And copies of the outstanding bills, the “Notice of Intent to Lien”, the “Notice of Lien” (and the certified mail receipt for that).Then your attorney can go before a judge and explain why not one single document ever reached you, so you should have a chance to write a check to the HOA for the past due fees right then and there.That’ll make it all go away.

She hung up on him and he kept his cellphone on the table in a daze.“What the hell is happening?” asked Rehaan, one of his friends.“I don't know man! You heard that right? How can Kavya die three years back? We all saw her half an hour ago. Right? RIGHT?” He shouted.“Karan, actually none of us saw her. You were facing her. We just saw a glimpse of her back the time she was exiting the cafe when you said you will get that girl's number and we challenged you. Are you sure you spoke to someone?” Asked Vikram.Karan looked at them in shock.“So are you telling me I am hallucinating? How did I get the number then?”“We don't know.”“Shut up guys. She was right there. She was re..re..real.”“Brother, are you sure?” Asked James.“Of course.” He stood up angrily and went to the cash counter to pay for the coffees. Others followed him.“Uncle, do you by any chance know who was sitting on that table?”The counter guy looked over at the direction karan was pointing at.“There is no bill for table number 10. So no one was sitting there. Why?”Karan started sweating.“Uncle they were two girls. Almost of our age. They were talking loudly.” Karan divulged.The counter guy called the waiter who was assigned the particular table.“Arre Ramesh, listen, who was sitting at table number 10, any idea?”“That table has been vacant since two hours.”Karan now was visibly scared.“Beta, are you alright?”“Yes.. Yes uncle.”“How did you come?”“Train uncle.” said James.“Okay. Please take care of this guy, he doesn't seem well.”Karan smiled at him and pushed the door to go out when the uncle said.“Anyway, this road has become a nuisance. There is always some accidents taking place while crossing the road.”Karan slammed the door back and asked,“What? Accident?”“Yes beta, there has been at least a dozen accidents in three years in this particular road while crossing. It looks very suspicious. I have also been interrogated by the police. Why do people meet with accidents right after they leave my cafe, they ask. As if I am responsible! Kids these days walk with a phone in hand. And eyes on it instead of the road.”Karan exchanged glances with his friends. They all had shock written on their face.“Uncle, did everyone die in these accidents?” Vikram asked.“No no. My cafe would have been shut then! Only one girl. Actually hers was the first accident. She had left my cafe after lunch when a car rammed into her while she was crossing. I was the one who gave a call to the police.”“When…when did this happen?” Karan asked.“I think three years ago.”“Do you remember her name by any chance, uncle?” Rehaan asked.“Name? Let me think... Uhm.. Uhm. No. I don't recall her name. It's been years!”Karan turned to his friends and put a hand on one of their shoulders. “I am going mad.”“Bhai, control yourself.” Vikram said.Just then a waiter came over to take the bill for a table.“Arre Suraj, remember that girl who was run over by a car right outside our cafe?”“Which one?”“Arre the first one. I gave a call to the police. She died.”“Arre yes. How can I forget? She was sitting on table number 10. I had waited on her. It was a shock.”“What was her name?” Karan asked trying not to panic.“Kavita something..... Kav... Yes. Kavya. Kavya was the name.”With all the energy left in them Karan, Vikram, James and Rehaan stood there clearly traumatised.They looked at each other and all of them thought the same thing.“We have to get to the bottom of this!”Feeling lost? This is the third part of my “The number!” series that started with this answer.Shefali Naidu's answer to Can you complete a story that starts with "I never thought…"?Missed a part? Look up here.The Number!