I've been working with dogs for over 14 years and have known many for their whole lifespans, and dammit, it just never gets any easier to lose a friend. Skye was a very special dog, one of the best. I first met him in 2008 when his person Peggy hired me to photograph him and his sister Casey at Discovery Park. The two of them were really something together. They worked together much like "real" sheepdogs do. When playing frisbee, Skye would go out far to catch it and Casey would scoop it up and bring it in. We got some really nice photos that day and I fell a bit in love with Skye. He was fast and active, but had this sweet, quiet and slightly silly personality. Almost 2 years later, I ran into Peggy and Skye in the same field we used for that photo session. Casey had passed away and Peggy felt that Skye was lonely and a little depressed, and it was decided that I would come by and walk him a couple of times a week to keep him company while she worked. Skye and I were instant friends. I understood his discomfort around strange dogs and he knew how to tell me what he did and didn't like to do. He was so easy to walk with, such a good steady friend. Sometimes I would stay with him when Peggy went out of town and we'd take these epic rambling walks for hours. He offered the best of what we love dogs for - steadfast companionship, faithful affection and a good sense of humor. We had our last walk together on Wednesday under a brilliant blue sky. He seemed weak and a little tired, but enjoyed his usual sniffing spots and treats. Skye passed away on Saturday at almost 14 years of age. He was with his family, well loved and cared for until the end. I'll miss him, especially on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, but he'll always walk with me in spirit.