Jeremy Ordan
Major Contributor
Saturday night I left my girlfriends house around 10PM to go home to finish editing some 1200 pictures from a wedding I recently shot as well as some photos for an event at my job. I left my dog at her house, where he has been living for the past couple of months with the rare times I brought him home with me. At 830 on Sunday morning she called the home phone and told me to open my door. I did and she was standing there. We sat down and she told me he passed away. The details are pretty sparse, but essentially she had woken up at 730, taken the dogs outside, brought them in, given them a treat... she then saw Yogi (my dog) at the top of the stairs and he was completely unresponsive. She immediately took him to the emergency hospital and his heart stopped along the way. They gave him oxygen and cpr but it was too late. There were no signs of disease, bites, trauma, attack, or choking. Evidently, his little body just gave out after 4.5 years. About two hours after she came to my house we put Yogi to rest in my fathers back yard.
The last two days are a complete blur of trying to focus on work and projects while this overwhelming sense of loss, confusion, sadness, and hurt just loom.
I am filled with the memories of my ex-fiance picking him up at 8 weeks old and 7oz's when we went to look at dogs and ten minutes later writing the check for him and then during the break up telling her to keep all the jewlery but I'm keeping the dog. I remember rolling around with him and how all he wanted to do was lay on your lap. He would sleep curled up with me every night and for 4.5 years he was everything to me. Girlfriends, friends, jobs, projects, vacations, finances, and lovers have come and gone but he was the one constant. Not having any children he was the closest thing I had.
I'm a big guy, 6'2" 200lbs and I walked a 5lb poodle everyday. He was the best and I will miss him forever.
Two months ago I managed to bribe him with several milkbones to sit still for a photo session. Now I am very happy that I had that boring Saturday night when I didn't feel well enough to go out.
At this point I have hundreds of pictures of Yogi backed up on my harddrive and I have been going through them all. While photography can be artistic and thearaputic it also allows us to archive the moments and people in our lives that reconnect us with what was important. This medium of ours is so much more than just point and shoot. This allows us to hold onto the past, to remember, and to respect.
This is my dog, Yogi. He lived only 4.5 years but he was the best friend I ever had and he was mine. I would give anything for one more kiss from him, and with all the pain I feel right now I wouldn't trade the years I had with him for the lack of pain now. I miss him...
The last two days are a complete blur of trying to focus on work and projects while this overwhelming sense of loss, confusion, sadness, and hurt just loom.
I am filled with the memories of my ex-fiance picking him up at 8 weeks old and 7oz's when we went to look at dogs and ten minutes later writing the check for him and then during the break up telling her to keep all the jewlery but I'm keeping the dog. I remember rolling around with him and how all he wanted to do was lay on your lap. He would sleep curled up with me every night and for 4.5 years he was everything to me. Girlfriends, friends, jobs, projects, vacations, finances, and lovers have come and gone but he was the one constant. Not having any children he was the closest thing I had.
I'm a big guy, 6'2" 200lbs and I walked a 5lb poodle everyday. He was the best and I will miss him forever.
Two months ago I managed to bribe him with several milkbones to sit still for a photo session. Now I am very happy that I had that boring Saturday night when I didn't feel well enough to go out.
At this point I have hundreds of pictures of Yogi backed up on my harddrive and I have been going through them all. While photography can be artistic and thearaputic it also allows us to archive the moments and people in our lives that reconnect us with what was important. This medium of ours is so much more than just point and shoot. This allows us to hold onto the past, to remember, and to respect.
This is my dog, Yogi. He lived only 4.5 years but he was the best friend I ever had and he was mine. I would give anything for one more kiss from him, and with all the pain I feel right now I wouldn't trade the years I had with him for the lack of pain now. I miss him...
