I moved from South Africa to London in 2007 and left my beloved dog (who lives with my parents). Each year I came back to visit and she would bound with joy. She died yesterday - 4 weeks before my trip home. This was the last photograph I ever took of her - last year when I was leaving. Looking back at it now, it almost seems she knew she would not see me again. Gone, but not never forgotten, my loyal friend.
Your story reinforces your photograph. It is intriguing how a photo can become far more powerful when an emotional investment is involved. At first I thought this was just a photo of a dog on a porch but now I feel your heart tremoring. Simply beautiful.
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