Way back in 1970, we had a rescue dog,a Jack russell terrier, not sure how old he was when we got him,, but we had him for many years, and then later in the 70's, we as family all went to live in the USA for three years, and late Husband parents took over his care at their house, They knew our dog well, and he was happy with them.
Sometimes my Husband had to return to the Uk,for meetings and things,whilst me and the children stayed in America. on one such visit, my Husband went to his parents, and our dog went crazy seeing my Husband again.. My husband called to see them again, a few days later, before flying back to the Usa,, and this time our dog seemed a bit off colour, and just before leaving his parents, our dog just died, maybe a heart attack,.he hadn't been ailing at all.. I think our dog was about 13 or 14,
My Husband buried our dog, in his parents garden, just before leaving for the airport.