My terrier, killer Winkles died yesterday and my heart is broken. I have cried and cried. I wasn't at home when he died. He was outside in the fence and I think he tried to go under it and the wire poked him in his belly and my son found him by the back door steps out of the fence. I feel so guilty because no one was home when he died. He was a great dog and he loved me and I would tell him to give me hugs and he would lay his head on my neck and give me love. I miss him so much.