Laika

Cleaning out the den this week, I came across an old bristol board collage my sister made for me when my old dog, Laika, died in 1997. I've kept it, unable to throw it out. But it was tattered and torn and dusty and it was time to let go.

With some sadness. Why do we hold on to old memories like that?

It made me kind of mopey, but in a good way. The pictures were nice to see again. And because I couldn't quite let go - it turns out I am a big sap about things like that - I digitized some of the photographs and made this.

Laika

Born in my arms, died in my arms. Best dog ever. But I say that in a whisper because Lady is listening and she's a pretty darn good dog too.

Lady of the Lake