It was supposed to be a happy outing, but instead I found myself crying in the airport lounge because the day before I left for Berlin we found Fudge dead in the field which was absolutely heart-breaking to all of us. No more evening walks together, no more photo shoots where I try to woman-handle him into my pictures (oh, he was so hopeless at modeling), no more laughing about his tongue sticking out, no more impatient waiting for Sarah to go to bed, so he can cuddle up… His brother went into a no-moving-no-eating depression and we are all in mourning. I always felt Phillip Pullman's daemon idea in 'His Dark Materials' was a good description of how we can feel towards our pets. And you know what happens when you get separated from your daemon... I might need a bit more recovering time. Sorry.
skirt: chanel, bag: diy, blouse: marc aurel