Don't Look Back

I was out for dinner with LM this past weekend and wanted to take a photo (I'll post about this later) but didn't have my digital camera on me. I pulled out my cell phone and snapped a shot and realized there were 57 photos on my camera but I had no idea what they were of.

I took a few minutes today to sort through them, 45 of them were just blank shots taken by my pocketbook as I walked to and from the car or whatnot (it does this quite often, I hear the beeping). But there were a few I was unprepared to see.

Gabe.

On our trip to Indiana last summer.

One very tearful boy, one remarkably sad mastiff.

Sleeping with his head as far in between our two car seats as he could muster, his body wrapped around the backseat (as he always did, trying to fit comfortably), his front paws straddling the console in the back, having no idea what was in store for him that day, just knowing that something didn't feel right (he wouldn't get out of the car when we stopped for gas or a dog walk.)

Our last goodbye.

They are cell phone pics, so they are miserable and grainy, but truth be told, they reflect our miserable and grainy emotions of that day. I miss him so.