I was at work when my husband called me. I don't know what happened to him, but he was anywhere from 12 to 16 years old. He had a long life and died in my husband's arms. I'm sad, but it hasn't fully hit me yet. He was a very sweet dog, who would greet me with the sweetest "helloooo" (no really, it was this howly thing he did, and it really sounded like helloooo...) when I would come home. I miss him so much. He was very old when we adopted him, but it does not hurt any less.