Invisible, RIP Lola, Day 21 of 30 paintings in 30 days

Invisible
Original acrylic portrait painting
Girl with eyes closed, head bent
Available for purchase here
Day 21 of 30 paintings in 30 days

RIP Lola
Died January 20th, 2014

We never knew her birthday or we would have celebrated it every year, like we do for Sweet Pea. We think she was 12 years old, but we’re not sure. We met her on Valentine’s Day 2009. I called her my little Valentine, of course.

 

 

This was the first picture I took of her little face. It was hard to get her to look at me, but when she finally did, I swear she smiled at me. The entire time she was with us, almost 5 years, she battled long and hard with illness. She had chronic bladder stones, which she had surgery for a couple years ago, but it never fixed her. She was on a special diet, until she started to refuse to eat a few weeks ago. We switched her over the meaty dog food in a can, and she seemed to like it. Everything I read about her illness said to feed her meat, so I knew we were doing the right thing, but she was so skinny. 🙁 I fed her Friday night, and she seemed a bit out of it. She was staggering around, and having trouble coming up the steps outside. She spent the weekend in her little bed. She didn’t get up to eat or go outside, so we knew it wouldn’t be long.

 

Is that not ridiculous? Seeing these photos again made me laugh. Fred is too much with the paw out in front of him like that, so he doesn’t fall out of bed. 🙂

Lola one ear up, just woke up
I always loved that underbite she had..aww.
She often had only one ear up, and I always accused her of half listening to what I said. 😉

It doesn’t surprise me that she passed away in the winter. She always hated this season, and her little body could never get warm. I used to pile doggy blankets on her, and she’d still look miserable. She finally allowed me to put a heating pad under her. For the longest time, she wouldn’t sleep on one, and I’d find her on the bare floor, beside her bed, shaking and freezing cold because she wouldn’t sleep on a heating pad. Isn’t that just the silliest thing? I’d have it on the lowest setting, and it wasn’t too hot, I checked!! But, there was something about it, she hated..even though she couldn’t even see it. I’d hide it under her blanket. sigh. She certainly had a personality all her own, and I’ll miss her very much.

Goodbye my Valentine. Finally you can rest.