Griffin was my 12 year old Labradoodle who succumbed to lung cancer almost a year ago. Of course, I would never forget him, but I wanted to take images of as many details of him that I could.
I chose black and white for its simple and direct impact, like him. He was my companion on thousands of miles of trails, of hundreds of swims in the lake, of millions of hours of voiceless communication. As he laid in his favourite spot on the couch, I knew that I had to take this last opportunity to, once again, study him as I had done so many times before with my lens.
He passed away in this same spot 2 days later. I hope my photos portray his beauty, not only in his form but in feeling of how much I loved being close to him.
The king of slumber
The head I loved to rub
Eyebrows that raised whenever his eyes moved
The nose that always nudged at my hand and smelled cheese from a mile away
The feet that took me out everyday and kept me sane
That head full of dreams
The nose that would pack dirt down after burying a good bone
Oh the miles we wandered and waded...
And plowed through snow, jumped over puddles
Scratched at the door to come in
The curly softness of himself
In deep thought... Always full of love
Always keeping an eye on you
My beautiful beast
