When I was 18 I did a photoproject with dogs. I followed a bunch of ladies that met every morning and walked their dogs for about 2 hours. Some of them were retired and some were on sick leave. I followed them every morning I had available (during my last year of high school) for about one and a half year. It was a great way to really get to know the owners and to really get to know their dogs.
Some dogs where very photogenic and some where pretty much impossible to get a good picture of.
There was one dog however, that stood out from all the rest. Lova. A springer spaniel, but a more athletic hunting breed than the english springer, in sweden it's called stötande springer spaniel because their job is to jump in the high grass and scare the birds away.
She was so funny. Always energetic and happy. Whenever I had a stick in my hand she was standing in front of me, begging for me to toss it. There was nothing she loved more than jumping like crazy. In the end, there was a awkward situation between me and Lovas owner since Lova was getting more and more attached to me and I think she didn't really appreciate the way I kept tossing sticks at her while photograhing. Maybe she was scared that the dog would get hurt in a jump. I fully understood this and tried not to give Lova as much attention after a while. But sometimes it was hard not to, because no one photographed as beautifully as her.
A few weeks ago, I met one of the dogowners while biking into town. I found out that Lova had died in cancer two years ago. I was so suprised... I said goodbye and kept going... but then off course I started crying and my heart just sank. Actually I'm crying right now too because I was so crazy for that dog.
I really wish there is a heaven up there.... and that Lova is able to jump around all day every day and that she is super happy.