R.I.P. to my Dog

My Dog died on Wednesday. My dog was 9, and I owned her since she was a six-month-old puppy. She was a Lab-Dalmatian mix named Jordan (a very popular pet-name in Chicago), with a shiny black-Lab coat except for her belly and paws which were white and spotted like a Dalmatian's. Prior to her sudden death, she showed only minimal signs of old age or ill health. At least I will always remember my dog in her prime. That's how I'm choosing to look at it, anyway.