My dog just died. My dad took all five dogs (2 his/my mom's, 3 ours) out to check the cattle, and they took off after something. Only four came back, and when my dad investigated he found Jukka dead, apparently of something internal as there was no scratch on him. He was exactly eight years old. Bloody hell. On the upside, he didn't have a long lingering period, and he never once let on that he was no longer in the prime of his life. I'm doing okay, but I expect it will be harder next week when I get home from travelling.
He's the one on the right. He was always very anxious, so in retrospect an early death from a heart attack was predictable. Still shocking though.