As I mentioned in a previous post, I am less comfortable taking portraits of anyone except my son, who is a willing subject. This portrait, however, is one of my all time favorites. Zinger was born just as the Red Sox clinched the 2004 World Series. I was home from college, and I watched him being born to our sweet girl Hannah. She nipped his umbilical cord too close to him, and he was left bleeding profusely. My sister took him in her arms and staunched the blood for hours until he healed. He was hers from that moment forward. He loved the water, and he loved North Carolina – which is where I found him in this photograph. We had to say goodbye to Zinger a few months ago, but he will always occupy a warm place in our hearts.
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