I miss you Reggie.
Here is a photo I found today of Reggie and me. It was taken Summer 2011. When she died June 8, 2012, she was just worn out and it started with renal failure. I used to think that kidney failure in pets was often caused by people just not keeping water in the pets' water bowls. But I never let Reggie's go dry.......never. And her kidneys gradually failed. I was always changing her water too. Interestingly, she enjoyed playing with water that trickled out of a bathtub faucet. Also, she often spent long periods with her head just hanging over the water bowl, sipping it a little at a time. What am I saying? It seems to me that she had that feeling for a very long time of not ever being quite able to quench her thirst. She always had enough clean water to drink but but it seems that she could not drink enough to satiate her desire for water.
Her kidneys just failed probably because of old age.
Here, she isn't looking at me for food. Nope. She is looking at me because she likes me and and she wants to come up and see me. She always enjoyed me picking her up. I have a way of doing it where she has a "ring-side-seat" of what is going on around her once she is up there. And I am certain beyond any doubt that that is exactly what I did after this photo was taken.
I think I know Reggie better than anyone did.
I live alone and so if there are any pictures taken of me I take them, with the camera's intervalometer pre-set at an arbitrary interval..... with the camera on a tripod, i.e. I set it up and go about my business. Come to think of it, I believe I had the camera set in the back of my truck for this angle. It just happen to go off at this moment Reggie and I were looking at each other. It was NOT planned. Now what are the chances of that shutter being released at the long moment she and I were looking at each other? I mean the interval that I set is typically around 30 seconds. Fifteen seconds is really too frequent if it is going to be set up for a long time. So what are the chances? They are slim. I'm just a lucky guy.
Months ago, on another day I had the camera set up, one of my neighbors asked me, "Bobby, what's with the camera?" Well first, there are few shots of the photographer. If I want them I have to take them. Second, it is nice to look back, as little as a day later, and see what I was doing. You see, pictures of people become family history. When the time comes to want them, if you do not have them it is too late to take them. Ain't it the truth. I am sorry to say that I am sure my neighbor does not have shots of him dabbling in his yard. I am sure my daughter will appreciate these when I am gone. Yup.
See, my Mother is gone now and after her death, as I went through all the years of family images I discovered that the first picture taken of her life was not until she graduated from high school in 1947. I am guessing it is simply indicative of how little the family had.