Being a dog photographer I cannot help being touched by the lives of the dogs and families that pass through my life and my lens. I surely fall in love, at least a little bit, with every dog I photograph.
I want to take a moment to write a little tribute and remember a very special dog that passed away this weekend. His name was Hotshot (I know right?) and he had a special gift. A kindness and wisdom in his soul that made him adored by all who met him - children, adults, other dogs and even cats.
When my family first adopted our 8 1/2 year old Staffy, she was anxious around every dog she encountered, her history had left her scarred. Hotshot was her first canine friend and we all felt such love and gratitude towards him and his calming demeanour for helping her come to grips with her past and move forward. She’s now nearly 14 and has loads of doggy friends. It all started with Hotshot.
Being a dog photographer means I get to witness the beauty of sharing your life with an animal as I meet so many families and their pets, this includes the sadness which comes at the end. Thank you Hotshot and Clare and Drew, I’m thinking of you today.