When I got back from my weekend in the high peaks (more on that in another post) I found out that our dog Jordan had died. Michael and I had been IMing about our old dogs and their ill health on Wednesday morning. His dog died that day, ours the day after. Jordan was a Bichon Frise, nearly 12 and his loss is deeply felt by all of us, but most of all by my wife. Jordan was literally her shadow. Other than the day he died, his last two weeks of life were some of the best he had had in quite awhile and we are thankful for that. Also for the fact that we did not have to have him put down, which we thought we were going to a few weeks ago. He will be missed.