Dad found Bandit in the woods one day on his way back from a hunt. He was just a pup, and seeing that he was in the middle of nowhere with no apparent mother or owner to care for him, Dad scooped him up and brough him home. He inherited the name Bandit from the recollection that my sister had of a dog from our childhood that ran away. I guess that made him a sort of reincarnated memory for us all, like he had some inherent nostalgia.

He was a great playmate for Pepper–the dog left behind by the previous owners of my parent’s house, who is also, as of recent and due to his age, no longer with us–and it is my own personal conclusion that Pepper’s death precipitated Bandit’s own passing, for Bandit sulked for weeks, ate almost nothing, and eventually wandered absent-mindedly into the road where he met his fate with a passing car.

We will miss these dogs.

Rest in peace, Bandit (you too, Pepper).

Here are a few images from the archives.

Bandit. Shot with Mamiya 645 on Fuji 160C.

Bandit. Shot with Imperial Mark XII on unknown roll of 220. 

Pepper and Bandit doing what they did best. Shot with Canon 5D Mark II.

Tags: dogs

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