Last night my dog, Fritz, died.
No, I'm not going to say "passed away" or "left us" or that we "lost" him, because we didn't. He died. I went and saw him before he did, and there was no way that I can describe it in gentle words.
He was about 7-8 years old, and a huge German shepherd. We adopted him a couple of years ago, and he's been a moron ever since we got him.
Safe to say, I miss him terribly.
He either died from heart disease or cancer, and there isn't anything we could have done about it.
Rest in peace, Fritz.