A dog baptized in stink, the only way to truly feel alive.
It’s an odd feeling not getting to share new memories with someone you loved. Letting go isn’t conditioned into humans, it’s a feat of strength. I miss my dog so much. I hope we shared a fulfilling life together.
There lies the fine line. I want to commemorate the time that we shared. I also don’t want to become a stagnating totem of bereavement.
My happy medium is showing others his minxy charm through my photos and art.
