As many of you know, I lost my family dog, Lila, to cancer less than a month ago. Even though my family and I knew our days with her were numbered, it still came as a huge shock. I will not go into too much detail, but to simplify, I was playing with her that morning, everything was fine and then things were not and by 3pm, we had to say goodbye.
She was one of my favorite things to photograph, but also one of the hardest. Black is always tough because it absorbs light. Never the less, I would always try to get funny or adorable candid pictures of her.
Looking through photos of her is helping me grieve, I think.
I honestly have no idea if I will post this or just leave it in the drafts folder, but if by chance you are reading this, enjoy?
She loved carrots. Once I got her a giant one at the Soulard Market in St. Louis. She was not exactly sure how to bite it.
She braved surgery to remove a cancerous tumor on her side and the even worse ordeal of having to wear a Pujols shirt to protect her stitches while she healed.
She was who I always turned to when I was hurting. Now I have no idea what to do.