Until it doesn't

I am here, for one more year, looking at your picture on the wall. The one I took of you in May 2002 when you were just a clumsy puppy. I notice a few spots of dirt on the frame. Your head is slightly out of focus and the colours are starting to fade.

Such a minor memorial for such a great creature.

I write every year on this day for you (to you?) since you left, eight years ago. I have written all I had to say. I have shared all the pictures I had to share. I repeated myself quite a lot and yet here I am again standing on the same spot.

Remembering, writing, trying.

Trying to honour your memory. The sixteen plus years that we lived together. The lessons you taught me. The way you changed my life.

Taking a look at the news, makes the loss of a pet sound trivial, unimportant. The world is spinning in a dance of atrocities, hate and death. How can my personal loss be of any importance?

But it is.

It is important to me and that's enough. It is enough reason to write a few more words, to keep your name alive and remembered.

As for the world, it will keep spinning...

until it doesn't.

The picture above is simply a snapshot of a frame on the wall. The original photo was taken with a Hasselblad 503 on Kodak VS slide film. The way it’s presented here doesn’t really do justice to the photograph or its subject but it may be the only one I haven't shared before. Below, you’ll find links to my previous related posts, along with one image and a few words from each of them.