Well, not actually today, but I'm still sad about it...
Artúr, one of my granny's dogs died yesterday

We don't really know what happened. According to my granny, he was his normal self that morning, eating and everything, and then the afternoon she went outside and he wasn't moving and the other dogs were all there with him and looking and stuff... I mean, it wasn't even that he was old, he was...well, something like 3 or 4 years old!
He just kind of joined the family. He was a stray dog and he was hanging around a lot at our house - at that time, there were a lot of workers there doing something on the house, can't remember what (it's a Petrocelli kind of house, never really ready...) and they gave him food I guess, so he just kept on being there. He was just a puppy back then, shy and frightened of everything, but soo cute and good-hearted! So we decided to keep him and brought him over to my granny and it wasn't easy for him to fit in, since he was "foreign" and the other three dogs are all black and he was kind of a reddish-brown, but then it all went quite well, and he turned out to be the most vivid, enthousiastic, happy dog there ever was! I know you're not supposed to have favorites when it comes to pets, but he was kind of mine... Can't believe he's gone
My granny buried him in the garden, she said the other dogs were there behind her, like some kind of funeral crowd (also because they're all black)...
All the time I have to think of the movie All dogs go to Heaven, which was a movie we quite often watched with my dad when I was little, and I didn't like it because it was so sad, but it was also a very beautiful movie, and although I'm not religious and don't really believe there's things like Heaven and Hell (although I do believe that there's some place everyone goes after they die), I do hope that Artúr is now in some happy place playing with other dogs or something...
Million to one chances crop up nine times out of ten...