CW: pet death—not Morceguinho, but a dog dear to us. Julie was 17 years old. She loved watching us feed the neighborhood cats. She was always by Evane’s side whenever we would all go out together.

She was ran over by a car in a city that’s extremely hostile towards pedestrians as she followed Evane during another feeding shift. We’re all heartbroken. Julie was such a good girl. 💔

I took about 50 photos of Julie during our night shifts. I didn’t realize they’d be some of the last pictures of her. It made me think about the responsibility I carry as a photographer: to notice the most mundane things and amplify them. I’m so glad I paid so much attention to you, Julie.