My "first born" turned 9 last Saturday. We adopted him from Arkansas when he was 6 months old. He had a black nose. They said he never shed. All these years later, his nose is now pink, we have Digby tumbleweeds rolling across our floors, and our skin has been licked raw from kisses. Now he's our little old man.
A few weeks ago, one of my friends, Jim, learned that his fur baby was battling cancer. The diagnosis came through a series of unfortunate events that brought her to the vet's office. Getting the news, there were lots of hugs and wondering what any of us could do to make it better. For me, I turned to my camera and offered to meet up with them last weekend so that Porsche could have her very own portrait session.Read More