This is Quinn - he was my baby. Of course, I didn't actually give birth to him (haha) but he was my kid for almost 16 years. It's been a difficult few weeks and while I would love to post about travel and weddings and happy things, my heart is aching - alas, this is real life - it's not all happy all the time - it's just REAL.
Quinn was named after the song "Quinn the Eskimo" by Bob Dylan - he was an American Eskimo after all - so how appropriate was the name? He loved the snow and, strangely enough for the breed - loved water! He was high strung and drove me crazy for the first years of his life - a book that I bought specifically about American Eskimos said they wouldn't "mellow out" until after turning 3. Well, with Quinn - add another 3 or 4 more years to that. He could run and swim for hours and take a 15 minute nap, and then run another few miles, all while barking his head off.
He had many nicknames - Quinn E Bear, my brother and sister called him "The Devil Dog" (too much energy and barking) and my ex-husband named him Poopstick. I can't recall the naming process on that last one, but it stuck to him. And, Quinn stuck to me - just like glue. He had been there with me through relationships, a marriage, moving out-of-state and a very scary family health situation. He was there and happily so. I loved that dog!
Ah, this is so hard to write. Deep breaths.....
Last month, my best friend left. It was one of the hardest choices I had to make and, yeah - I did it for him though I didn't want to. It was his time - I sure as hell wasn't ready but when are we ever ready to say goodbye?
I photographed him so much - I shot film and video and everything you can imagine. I still have the film, undeveloped in my fridge. It's so priceless now and still too painful.
I usually close with a happy "Enjoy" - but not this time.