[ WP ] Every 50 years or so , Death pulls a lottery of who will succeed him . This time , instead of choosing a human , he pulls your dog .

This story is about [ Chloe ] ( http: //imgur.com/MdbzOZj ), my Pitbull/Boxer that I rescued from a family that kept her in a crate 99 % of the time. All she wants is love and she is the biggest baby in the world. 
 
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 Death, formerly known as Edgar, was looking forward to giving up his position. He had delivered *The Touch* to many people and walked many souls into the afterlife and it was a sad and tiresome job. Now, it was time to pick the new Reaper and the process to do so was slightly less than grand. 
 
 Hovering in the clouds, looking down upon the world, Death knew to start the simple process he had to declare that he was done with his job. He took one final look at the Earth below him, let out a long breath, pushed back his hood and said, `` I am ready.'' With his words an orb appeared in front of him. Inside the orb were smokey white wisps swimming around one another. All Death had to do was reach in and pluck one out. 
 
 After a long pause, Death reached his slender hand into the orb and let the wisps tickle his paper thin skin. He moved his fingers about them and finally settled on one deep within the mix. He grasped at it, let it wrap around his index finger, and pulled it out. Once it was free from the orb it solidified into parchment and a name was written across it in sparkly blue ink. `` Chloe?'' he read aloud. 
 
 As soon as he said the name a brindle Pitbull/Boxer appeared before him. Before his confusion could fully form the dog leaped across the space between them and she began licking his face and wagging her tail wildly. `` Settle down!'' he shouted. She stopped licking him and pressed the top of her head hard into his chest. He pushed her back a little and she sat down, still wagging her tail, looking up at him with her big brown eyes. 
 
 `` Now then,'' Edgar began, `` Can you understand me?'' 
 
 Chloe let out a soft, friendly growl that sounded more like a loud purr. 
 
 `` Ok. You're the new Death. I'm sure this was n't supposed to happen. I'm not certain a dog has ever had this responsibility before. But your job is to end the life of those whose time has come and walk them to the other side so they do n't have to go alone. Are you getting this?'' He stared at the dog intensely. 
 
 The brindle pooch wagged her tail furiously and let out a big huff of air. 
 
 `` Good.'' Edgar removed his robes and as soon as he did they got smaller. He put them on Chloe, `` This is a lot of responsibility and a tough burden to bear. I will stay here and watch you for a while to make sure you understand what you're doing. All you need to do is think about your job and you'll end up where you need to be. Got it?'' 
 
 With that, Chloe disappeared. Edgar looked down through the misty skies and saw that Chloe ended up in a retirement community. *Good, * he thought, *She did understand. * He watched Chloe trot along the sidewalks, panting and wagging her tail, and before he knew it she was heading into one of the small houses. 
 
 Inside, a large family was gathered around an old woman in a bed. It was obvious she just needed *The Touch*. Edgar watched as Chloe made her way to the bedroom. When the dog entered she let out an excited whine and Edgar knew something was wrong. She began running from person to person in the room, hopping up onto every single one of them, licking their faces and hands, banging her wagging tail into their legs, pressing her head into them, and finally she jumped on the bed and licked the old woman right across the face... 
 
 Edgar was horrified. He saw Chloe standing there in the room looking confused at all the still bodies. She'd just delivered *The Touch* to that entire family. They were all dead. 
 
 Chloe, bored and wanting attention, pranced out of the house and went in search of more people. Edgar did n't know what to do. He focused as hard as he could on Chloe trying to get the teleportation to work but now that his successor had been named he no longer had powers. He looked on, terrified of what would happen next. 
 
 Every person Chloe encountered died. A woman was getting out of her car to visit her mother when Chloe ran up and licked her hand. The woman perished. An older gentleman using a walker with tennis balls on the legs was making his way up the sidewalk. Chloe pawed at the tennis balls and then pressed her face into the old man's leg. He hunched over slowly and then fell into the grass. She would see someone and jump up to them, excited to get pets and love, but they would drop to the ground completely lifeless. She did n't understand it and would just continue on. The biggest problem was she was just leaving the souls to wander as she was n't escorting anyone to the other side. Chloe would just whimper a little because her love was n't returned, she'd lick their faces ever so gently, and she'd walk away. She killed nearly everyone in the retirement community and started to make her way out towards a park full of children and parents when Edgar decided enough was enough. 
 
 `` STOP THIS!'' He screamed into the cosmos, `` BRING HER BACK HERE!'' Suddenly Chloe appeared across from him in the clouds. He let out a heavy sigh of relief. 
 
 Chloe sat there, thumping her tail, waiting for approval. Edgar walked up to her and took her robes off. The robes got bigger as he held them and he knew what it meant. 
 
 `` You tried, Pupper.'' He said, patting her on the head, `` But what's another 50 years.'' He put the robes on and became Death once more. 
 
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 Edit: Fixed some errors. 
 
 Edit 2.0: Changed some wording. 
 
 
 

