| Monday, June 1, 2009 |
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My beloved pug, Bogie, passed away last Tuesday. He was nearly 15 years young. He was the best friend a girl could ever ask for, my fur baby, and the inspiration for my dog portrait business.
I first met Bogie on December 24th, 1995. He was just 11 months old and as scrawny as could be. He was rescued and placed in a pug orphanage located just 20 miles south of San Francisco. When I met him, his big brown eyes pleaded, "Get me out of here!" Since that day, Bogie has always been by my side. He's also traveled across the United States with me countless times. I used to joke that he had accrued more frequent flyer miles than my colleague and destination wedding photographer, Gene. Bogie's last big excursion was a trip to New York City for my birthday last June. He stayed at the Westin and had his own "Dream Bed." Only the best for Bogie.
The outpouring of love and support that I have received since Bogie's passing has been like a warm embrace. I'm deeply touched by every call, gift, email, text, Twitter and Facebook message that has been sent in remembrance of Bogie. I'm still trying to get through all the messages and will do my best to reply to each and every one. I appreciate you all for taking time to write and think of Bogie and I. I've included a slideshow below with the many kind words we've received via Twitter. I take great comfort knowing that Bogie lived a long, happy, much loved and very spoiled life!
The day Bogie passed, my friend and colleague Jasmine Star said: "Today is beautiful and bright, and amazing because SO many people, like myself, are thinking of Bogie." Gene always said Bogie possessed a "je ne sais quoi" quality. Many would agree.
Bogie was a little dog with a big heart. He touched the lives of all those who met him, both in person and online (his Twitter account had over 650 followers before he passed). He had fans worldwide, and was quite "famous" within the photographic industry, according to Rangefinder magazine.
Bogie's passing brings to mind the words of one of my favorite novelists, Edith Wharton:
"My little dog -- a heartbeat at my feet."
That was my Bogie. |
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