Blake 2004-2007

A single being missing
And everyone is gone
- Lamartine

I won't say that I've gone so far as Lamartine, but it's amazing how much space a 3 pound ball of fluff can fill up in one's life. Blake was a real personality, stomping about, following us around and racing to beg alongside his brother, Pascal (the Wonder Dog).

Pascal didn't quite know what to make of the bunny, whom we introduced to him as a puppy. Pascal would always try to sniff his bottom, a dog's way of marking dominance over another dog, but the bunny never caught on to show respect in return.

When we got home Thursday evening, we found Blake laying on his side, unresponsive. We rushed him to the vet, but it was too late. Up in the mountains, it had been going from cold in the evenings to extremely hot during the day, and it was too much for his little system to bear. He died of pneumonia, not even having shown signs of the sniffles until the morning of his death.

I have a million more things to say about this little guy, but there's too much going through my mind to put any of it down coherently. So I'll close by just noting how thrilled I'd be to hear him stomp one more time. They really do become a part of you.