My Sweet Horde

I haven’t felt much like posting anything over this last week. I found out last Friday night that my family’s beloved pup Cleo got hit by a car and died. She will be greatly missed by many, but most of all by the three who shared a house and a life with her. I miss her too, but I know it’s not the same. I’ve spent a while going through some pictures and reminiscing. She is in at least one picture of any event or gathering I have photographed at my mom’s house. Because she always wanted to be a part of whatever was going on. It was fun to introduce her to my first dog Titus; I think she liked him instantly and they have been friends ever since. She wasn’t so sure about Arthur, but I couldn’t blame her much since he was constantly trying to eat her food. She was tiny, but she had a big presence that will never be forgotten or replaced.