My dog and I met on Valentines Day in 1993. Subliminally perhaps I knew it was V- Day when I entered the Seattle Animal Shelter.
It was love at first site. This scruffy 5 month-old puppy peered through the bars, following my every move. Once I looked into those big brown, intelligent, encouraging eyes, my heart thumped, and my head spun. I knew that this was the last of my visits to the shelters. Today I had found my dog, and she me. After the neutering, (hers, not mine!) we went home and spent 13+ years together, cross-country skiing, hiking, traveling, going on photo shoots (she had a pack in which she carried film and a lens or two), and going daily to the studio together.
In August â€™06, Tim and I wept together as we put F-stop down. She could barely walk to relieve herself. At this moment, 6 months later, I cry huge tears for the dog who was my perfect canine companion: spunky, clever, loving, strong, calm indoors and playful outdoors.
As we tell our daughter, Ellie, F-stop is in the Earth. We can visit with her anytime, anywhere. How grateful I am that she stepped here, into my heart.