My dog, Indy, passed away this morning at 6 a.m. He was a black and tan miniature dachshund, fifteen-and-a-half years old, I've had him since I was 11. He's been in declining health for awhile, and finally his heart just gave out. We were taking him to the vet to see if they could make him more comfortable, but he died in my arms around the time we got into the parking lot. Right now I'm at the point where I see random things in the house that remind me of him and start crying.