He was nearly 14 years old, but still... Friday morning I petted him while he was happily crunching on a huge bone, looking cheery as always. He was quite sick, nearly blind and deaf, but still playful and a loyal friend to all of us, and didn't suffer or anything... and Saturday my grandma called, in tears, that he had a heart attack and died in front of her eyes.
Rest in peace. I miss him so much...
Kobak, 1994-2008.
He was a very rare Hungarian species, a Transylvanian hound.