I'm back in Spain. Sadly, I came earlier than expected because our dog, Luna, was sick. It looks like she was waiting for me, because she peacefully passed away yesterday, just a few days after I arrived.
It's always a sad time when you lose a companion. And Luna was the best and most loyal adventure partner I could ever have asked for. She was always in for a walk, a hike, a long trip. We went to many places together, hours before sunrise, hours after sunset, in the snow, in the rain, in the heat and in the cold. It didn't matter the conditions, or the view. She couldn't care less about that, she was all about enjoying the moment no matter where we were. About exploring together. She always had my back.
Luna spent the last years of her life here in Spain in my parent's farm. She didn't get to go on more adventures like we used to, but I know she enjoyed farm life way more. Every day was an adventure, and she got to share it with two other dogs, many cats, and whole lot of humans.
Luna played a huge role in me becoming a photographer. It was because of her that I started going on hikes around Portland. She never, ever said no. Always ready to have a great time.
That's what I've been trying to do this week, as I knew the time was approaching. I got to go out on long walks every day, alone (she was too weak already), with my camera and my thoughts. Exploring the world she loved so much.
It's helping. I usually come back with tears in my eyes, but also with a smile. Life can be cruel, but only because it's also so beautiful. Let's enjoy it while it lasts.
