I'm having a very hard time coping because the was perfectly normal the day before and gone the next. I've lost fur babies before but they were sick and I had time to prepare for it. With Sammy there was nothing; and he was only 5. He was terrified of thunder, fireworks, and loud trucks. The night before he passed we had a terrible storm with thunder that sounded like a bomb over our house. He had run under my bed about midnight. I found him downstairs the next morning letting out 2 screams as I cradled him and he passed. I just wish I had answers.