Yesterday I had to take my car in to the dealership (I'm trying to keep up getting any weirdness fixed because my warranty runs out in June). I left the dogs gated in the bedroom but not crated. When I got back Scooter and Darby greeted me noisily and excitedly at the gate. No Cash. So look around and he's on the bed laying VERY still. He didn't wake up with the noise and excitement like he usually does. Oh, cr*p. I let the other two out and walk over by the bed. I stand there watching him to see if he's breathing. I can't tell. So I go over to the bed quite sure that's he's passed away and put my hand on his head. He opens his eyes and looks at me like "Oh, hi mom, you back already?" I was so relieved, I wanted to cry. Such a silly boy.