A Girl and Her Dog

All of my photos are in boxes, neither the boxes nor their contents are in any way organized.  Still, as I go through boxes for my scanning project, I come up with strings of jewels...

These photos are from 2002, about the same time that Omegadaughter entered our lives.

Originally, I had thought of Omegadog as being my dog.  Omegamom was a cat person; I was a dog (and pig and chicken and horse and frog and turtle) person.  I had underestimated both my wife and our dog.

I didn't realize the connection between Omegamom and Omegadog until we lost him. He wasn't my dog. He was her dog, and in a lesser sense my dog.  When we had to have him put down, it broke my heart on many levels.

I miss him, I love her, and I still have boxes of memories to scan through.