I came home from rehab today and found our 9 year old Dachsund dead on the front porch. He had seemed perfectly healthy, although getting pretty gray. At first I thought he had been hit by a car and someone had just brought him and laid him on the front porch, because he was just lying on his side, an odd position. But the road is a long way from our house and there was no sign of trauma, no dirt, scuffs, blood, obvious broken bones, nothing. He was the most maintenance free dog we have ever had, he never ailed anything except skin problems once in a while. He was up to date on all his vaccinations and his heartworm protection. The only thing I could think of is maybe he had a heart attack or stroke. My poor daughters, especially my oldest, she was the love of his life. Our other dog came to the door, saw him, stared, went into our library and laid down with her head on the ground. We buried him beside our pond with lots of rocks and plants for his grave. We loved him.
