Just like that. I'm stunned. I went shopping this morning and when I came back two hours later Jake was lying in the cool basement on the cold concrete floor -- his favorite place on a hot day -- dead. He was (seeemingly) healthly, playful, completely normal when I left. He was a 7 1/2 year old Siberian Husky. He was really my son's dog and that was obvious every time he came home for a visit. Jake picked my son when we went to the Humane Society, and my son was thrilled to be Jake's choice. They loved each other. Jake helped my son heal and move forward. I loved that dog and I'm really going to miss him.