Most life-altering, we lost our little buddy, Schaffer. AKA The Bean, Bean-o, Bean-o Supreme-o, the Original D.O.G. I got Schaffer when he was 6 weeks old and fit in the palm of my hand. He was 6 months old when I met Jason. Jason has always said he married me for my dog. In the last year, he had deteriorated but still had happy, spunky moments. He got super sick Wednesday, December 29. His fever stayed above 106, up to 106.8 until around noon on Friday, when after talking to four vets, we made the decision to let him go. That's as much as I'm ready to discuss it right now. I miss him. A lot.