My blog last month was all happy, celebrating our new pup, Jake.
Today I'm writing with great sadness, because Jake died on Sept 2. He had an anaphylaxis reaction, probably to bee venom, that led to liver failure. He tried valiantly for two and a half days in the ICU to recover, but finally let us know that he couldn't do it anymore. He used his last ounce of energy to pull himself from his tiny gurney onto my lap, then onto Chuck's lap and back onto mine, where he died peacefully all snuggled up. He was only 7 months old and our hearts are broken.
The moment I saw his photo from the pet rescue site, I knew he was my puppy and that his name was supposed to be "Jake". I mean, for god's sake - look at him!
He liked to snuggle next to Dash, and on my lap.
He liked the view from this spot in my studio.
He liked to play, eat, explore, and put things in his mouth. I made silly art from the little things I took out of his mouth. He made art from paper he found in my studio...while Dash cheered him on.
Dash loved him and now there is a sad hole in our household.
There's a lifetime of things we didn't get to do with him, and I will remember every minute I got to spend with him. He was a tiny sweet bundle of love. I'm making a tiny gallery space in my studio, and my art space will now be called "The Land Of Lost and Found Dogs" in honor of this precious little pup. I love you and miss you, Jake!
Painting in Portland, Oregon, and writing about it here...