I am so incredibly sad. I had absolutely no notice. I didn't know a dog would die without being sick. She was my buddy. We could read each other emotions. It happened yesterday. She greeted me when I woke up as she always would. Perked her head up and came over to say good morning. She ate and went out fine. Drank plenty of water. She was fine. I had just groomed her recently, tenderly bathing her and combing her. Her paws were trimmed and she was lovely. Nothing about her looked out of place. Nothing wrong. Trixie was exactly 12 years and 2 months old. She got up from my feet and came over to have me pet her head which I did, just as I always did. I went briefly upstairs and came back. I couldn't find her in her normal spots. It took a minute but I found her curled up in her crate as small and round as she could be. I had to leave the house briefly so I wanted to take her upstairs to her water until I got back. She didn't want to come out. With coaxing, she came but then stood unmoving. I picked her up and took her upstairs and sat her down. She didn't follow me but remained rooted. All four legs unmoving and just staring me. I had only seen this one time before about three days before my first dog had died. I knew something was wrong. I took her to the vet and they monitored her throughout the morning. A few hours later, I got a phone call from my vet. How's Trixie? Not good. We did CPR. We did bloodwork. Her heart just stopped. There was nothing wrong with her. She was healthy. Wailing. I was in complete shock! Grief. Unexpected shock There is now a missing soul in my home. Why did she have to leave? She wasn't even sick. I had no warning and no idea. My poor baby. I had such a hard time getting to sleep last night and it was so lonely this morning. She and I were so close. Emotionally attached. She was my dog and I miss her so much. I can't believe she is not here. I am incredibly sad.