When all seems lost…

A print of my golden SD, Hope that I am selling to fundraise for her successor.

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Quarterly, bloggers are invited to participate in the Assistance Dog Blog Carnival. This time the Carnival is being hosted by Cyndy at Gentle Wit with the chosen topic Achievement.

It is now the last day for submissions and I have been sitting on this topic for a month. To be honest, I am having a pretty rotten time. I’m sick. I’m depressed. I’m fed up. I have no desire to think about Achievement. But I will try.


It’s been a bit over a year since my dear, faithful Hope died of cancer. We were partnered for six years and with her assistance I achieved so much. I transitioned to independent living in my own apartment. I built skills and learned techniques to make my way in this world. We grew as a team. As I learned to metaphorically crawl, walk, and run she was right there with me. I was given the confidence to take risks because I knew I was never alone.

The last summer before her death was the absolute best. Together we ventured further into the world than ever before. My mindset transitioned from being ‘in treatment’ to ‘living life.’ I was excited to see success from my years of treatment as I began to take the bus and make small ventures into the world with only Hope to assist me. I planned outings just to ‘practice.’ People would ask when I reported back if I ‘had fun.’ Umm, NO. Fun would not be the word I would use. These trips made my head feel like it would explode. Accomplished…definitely!

As an artist I was thriving. I was enjoying my classes, the days at the art studio, and had a professional development plan in the works. I  courageously introduced myself to the world by submitting to shows, exhibiting in galleries, and even attending my own openings. My goal became to ‘Be the best ME I can be’… living a fulfilled life in spite of my challenges, and in spite of others judgements. Hope was a great example –she never had any problems just being HOPE!

Then wham… within two weeks my perfectly ordered existence was demolished. Honestly, I didn’t even know the extent at which she helped me until she was gone. It felt like I’d lost a limb and my connection to this world. My family, best friend, constant companion, and my independence all suddenly gone.

The past year has been a game of limbo. Dealing with the grief. Trying to find new ways to make it in this world without her assistance. Then came the applications, waiting, rejections, disappointments, fundraising, and everything else involved in finding a new partner. A year later all bets are on a puppy. Yes, he shows promise, but there are so many things that could go wrong; it’s frightening.

An origional Monoprint I created as a tribute to my golden retriever, Hope.

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This is one of the unfortunate realities of choosing a service dog lifestyle. At some point we all face the loss of our Partner. Unlike most medical devices, they can not be cloned perfectly duplicated in mind and spirit, nor would I ever want my girl to be. Sometimes I do wonder if it is worth it to stake so much on a mortal being with a relatively short life expectancy. The pain and setbacks when a partner dies is intense.

At the same time, I know Hope made me a better person and gave me a chance at a a much better life. With her, I knew ‘Achievement‘. Where I go from here is a great unknown, but at least I now know the potential my life holds.

Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don’t give up.                 ~Anne Lamott

October: A Time for Giving

Year round, many corporations encourage employees to give back to the community and the world. Many match employee donations, have drives, host events, and do what they can as a team to help those in need.

A number of corporations designated the entire month of October to raising awareness, encouraging volunteerism and charitable giving. These campaigns, headed by the United Way, foster an atmosphere of generosity, providing opportunities to give not just to the United Way, but smaller niche charities of choice.

One of the large participants of the October campaign is Microsoft Corporation. Due to their strong belief in giving back; not only financial donations are matched year round, but also in-kind, stock, and volunteer hours.

Karl’s Kids Program, Inc. recently went through Microsoft Matching Gift Program’s authorization process and is now listed in their nonprofit database, a convenient way for Microsoft employees to report donations for matching. As Karl’s Kids manages my fundraiser, this includes contributions to my fundraiser. I ask anyone interested in donating to look into their own corporation’s matching gift program, so you can watch your donations go even further!

A long term friend of mine, Mary Shevlin, graciously volunteered to assist with my fundraising by becoming my liaison for Microsoft, where she is employed. She currently has several copies of my ‘Hope Print’ in her office for in-person viewing and purchase. Any Microsoft employees with further interest or questions should feel free to contact Mary directly via email at marysh @microsoft.com.

I am very thankful to Mary for her dedication to me and my journey to find a new service dog. Knowing I am not alone in this process means the world to me. If anyone else feels compelled to be of assistance promoting and facilitating my campaign in your team or place of work, please contact me. Any assistance in spreading the word is much appreciated!

On the topic of fundraising I believe about $2000 of my $7500 goal has been raised! It might be more with donor matching! Thank you so much to all who have helped me make it so far!!! Your support and encouragement have been and continue to be huge blessing through this very hard year following the loss of my partner.

Along with the campaign, I am seeking other opportunities to promote my fundraiser. Some future ideas I have include:

  • ‘Meet the Puppy’ house party (needing a host)
  • A yarn-inspired raffle for my Ravelry friends (needing donated raffle items)
  • More hand-crafted items in my shop for the holiday season.
  • More venues to display my work (please, please contact me if you spot an ‘art wall’ at a coffee shop).

Celebrating this month of giving I have added more prints to my Online Store for further selection. Please pass the word!

Also note: I’ve created both a Facebook Page and Twitter Feed dedicated to this journey. If you use these mediums I encourage you to join (like, follow, or whatever they are now calling it…) for convenient updates as I continue this journey.

Many thanks for making my dream a reality.

~Forever with Hope, Jessica

Remembering Hope

September 15 marked the one year anniversary of Hope’s crossing of the Rainbow Bridge.

For the past week I have been fighting to find the words necessary for this post. It’s just been so hard to write. Instead of agonizing over this anymore, I am just going to leave it at this:

Hope left a mark on my life and many others she came in contact with. She was a species in herself–one of a kind. She LIVED with her all and embraced life every moment of her existence. She taught me how to LIVE. Even now she’s left a marker on my life. I feel the Essence of Hope around me and it pushes me forward…because I know she would want me to continue to LIVE with my all.


Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all. ~Emily Dickinson

I love you and miss you my dear, crazy girl!


Meet Domino

Meeting Domino for the first time at Brigadoon

Meet Domino: a Smooth Coat Collie donated by Lana Group of Demiur Collies to Brigadoon Service Dogs.

Because of my needs and his disposition, he is tentatively matched as my prospective service dog partner. He is a cute little guy,but still such a baby.

Born May 8, he is not quite 4 months old. Brigadoon usually does not match pups at such a young age, but he shows great potential. A tentative match now will allow the two of us to spend time with one another and allow him to adapt to my lifestyle, apartment living in crazy Seattle, while undergoing his two years of training.

On Monday Domino came for his first day visit. It was somewhat last minute, and I became extremely nervous about having a puppy in the house. I went on a manic ‘puppy proof my house’ and threw everything in the bedroom that might remotely be chew worthy. Its been a long time since I have been around a puppy and I was expecting a ‘bull in a china shop’ puppy springing off the walls.

My preparation was a bit extreme. He is a pretty mellow, quiet, gentle, sweet, engaging, little shadow of a puppy. I knew he was teething, but this was last moment and I didn’t have a chewy for him. I probably over-worried about the teething that after realizing the kong was too large for his little mouth. He taste-tested my table, floor, clothes, and wicker toy basket (very alluring with all sorts of wood fibers sticking out) but quickly redirected as soon as verbally reminded him, well before he started gnawing. He really did want to please!

I decided it was necessary to get him a chew toy immediately. The pet store is about 3/4 mi away, 1.5 miles round trip, a very simple walk on a walking trail. RIGHT! Walking with a 14 week old puppy who has never been to Seattle before is vastly different than making a quick trip to the store with a well-seasoned Assistance Partner! Everything is new to puppy. He wasn’t fearful, but man was he ever distracted.He wasn’t straining against his leash, or pulling me in different directions, he just wasn’t walking in a straight line and was over-consumed by all the new sights, sounds, people, bikes, trucks, store windows, poles, dogs…

8 Weeks Old!

Once we made it to the University Village (a very large outdoor shopping mall) I figured we could sit at the water fountain and relax. Fountains and all the kids running in/out/around the fountain were another ‘new.’ So was the toddler that dashed up to him. It took him about a minute of distracted watching to lay down. Once he was planted at my feet, he wasn’t moving.

After our rest, he was introduced to the elevator. He hopped right on and OMG… The. Floor. Moves. Still no tail tucked or frozen in position. The pet store was amazing for him. I was drained so I sat on the floor with Domino in my lap to take a rest and for him to take it all in. He was fairly controlled and reliable and ‘down’ after about 30 seconds of acclimating.

It was an exhausting walk home for both of us. I was over-done and this was his first trip to Seattle and probably the longest walk in his entire little life. He was a great sport. Of course after the quest for the chewy he was far too exhausted to actually chew it. Both of us passed out on my bed, cuddled together and took a nap.

Domino really showed his potential on Monday. He is extremely resilient and adaptable. Exactly what is needed for a service dog. We have high hopes for this boy. I hope he does make it in the program. I could see a future together…

Public Service-Dog Announcement

The absolute best public service announcement I have ever seen. Ever.

It’s from Norway, so you will have to read the captions but it is well worth the effort!

As a service dog partner I have experienced:

  • People petting my dog (of course).
  • People barking, meowing, making kissing noises/baby talk at my dog.
  • Crawling on the floor, attempting to romp with my dog.
  • People throwing food AT my dog (I have even had people try to give my dog chocolate which is dog poison).
  • People making an effort to step on my dog.
  • People saying “I know I shouldn’t distract you, but I can’t help it” as they pet and coo at my dog.

Now, here is the shocker… you better sit down…


Children are the easy ones. They are used to being educated and corrected on their behavior. They are fascinated to learn and once they are informed, very respectful. It is so cute to watch a young child educated their parents about service dogs and how they are working and shouldn’t be distracted. Further, I must extend a BLESS YOU to all parents who educate and make sure their children do not interfere with a working dog. You are my most favorite strangers ever! We may never exchange a word, just possibly a ‘Thank You’ nod, but when you are at your wits end you can remember how appreciated you are by a disabled person with an assistance dog!

Adults, on the other hand, tend to take offense when asked not to distract my dog. They accuse me of abusing her because I do not allow her to interact with them. They do everything they can to catch her attention, sometimes claiming they are ‘testing her. And frankly, it looks pretty idiotic when a grown man is on the ground crawling around and barking at a dog–especially one who is actively ignoring him!

The facts: Assistance Dogs out with their handlers need to focus on their handler as well as their job at hand. Even when they appear to be resting they still need to remain focused and in work mode. When you intentionally distract an assistance dog from their duties, it can be dangerous for both the handler and the dog. I understand many people love dogs and are curious about what exactly Assistance Dogs do, but it is challenging enough for me, as an individual with a disability, to get out without the pressure of public education and running interference.

Assistance dogs get PLENTY of petting, love, affection, treats, and play time when they are ‘off duty’. They are highly valued members of the family. They enjoy their jobs and their life. Please show respect for what they do by giving them space and not distracting them from their very important service.

Life after ‘Hope’

It’s been nearly a year since the loss of Hope. Looking back the signs came on so suddenly–most of her summer was full of fun and adventure with my brother, sister, and niece visiting. More than anything Hope loved her people and each day brought people and adventure.

I suspect the mass growing in her stomach already caused discomfort, but she was such a stoic dog and there were no signs until she randomly started vomiting her meals in August. At first we thought it was another food intolerance because she did just fine on bland meals until switched back to kibble. My vet thought the same as all standard tests came back normal. In the end the endoscopy reported a cancerous mass blocking the stomach exit, trapping whole kibble whereas the blended diet was passing through.

It all happened so fast. Less than two weeks from diagnosis she was gone–a little over a month since the symptoms started. She kept her HOPE attitude until the end, and I was allowed time to say goodbye. She even de-stuffed an indestructible toy in her last days. My friend Kara came out to support me as I helped my best friend cross the Rainbow Bridge.

Loosing a pet is extremely painful for anyone. They love you when you feel unlovable, they listen when you feel ignored, they forgive your faults without grudge. To them you can do no wrong. With an assistance dog partnership, it is even more. Hope was my best friend, family, and constant companion. She was also my eyes, my ears, my sense of stability and safety.

With her I ‘learned to walk’ and enter the world as an artist, as an adult, as an individual. I relied on her to assist me in making my way in this world. When she was yanked from my side, it really felt like I lost an appendage. I knew she was trained to assist me, but I had absolutely no idea how much I relied on her until she was missing. We worked in tandem–a nonverbal give and take, ebb and flow. Much of our relationship was a subconscious mutual trust. I cared for her and she cared for me.

I know there will never be another Hope. My new partnership will be different. It will take time to develop our own language and get to the point where we can finish each others sentences. I liken it to loosing the leg I learned to walk on; then having to relearn walking with a prosthetic. I am not saying my next partnership will never be as ‘perfect’ as Hope. Anyone who knew Hope also knew she had her flaws challenges. They made her enduring and maddening at the same time. The next dog will have different strengths and different quirks. I don’t want another Hope. She was one of a kind.

This print run has meant so much to me because it is my memorial to Hope. It also allows Hope to push me forward in hopes of a better future. After her death my artistic process came to a standstill. I didn’t paint, I barely drew, and my printing press was covered with dust. It took this project to give me the push I needed to keep going. Its been a very therapeutic process as I remember her with fondness–the good times and difficult times. We went through so much together.

As the anniversary of her death looms, I find myself facing another wave of grief… I still miss my Hope soo much.

Quick Update

I’ve been exhausted and struggling to write here as we approach the one year anniversary of Hope’s passing. Instead of pushing to make that topic my next blog post here, I am just going to do a quick update. There is lots going on:

I believe I have reached my 10% mark for my fundraising goal! I am unsure at this moment what the exact total is, but I believe I have now passed $750. Thank you everyone for your continued support.

Maple Leaf Life featured Hope and me on their blog about the goings-on in Maple Leaf Neighborhood. Thank you Mike and Cloud City for continuing to get the word out.

Prints were sent out last Tuesday and the next batch will be sent out either this Tuesday or the following. Plus I think I figured out how to use the email updates. I hope so. If you ordered a print by Monday, Aug 8 but have not received one, please contact me. I want to make sure you get your print!

I am continuing to stretch into this era of social networking. I have a list of things to figure out to make this go further (facebook, twitter, some widgets I need to figure out how to install). These things do not come naturally to me so I am slow and it gives me massive headaches. If you are a networking natural, feel free to network for me to your hearts content. I will always appreciate that as I slowly catch up!

Finally, I did get up to Brigadoon last week to meet with Denise and meet a puppy prospect! That is another story in itself. Boy am I behind. I will include a photo here as a teaser…

I am exhausted and emotionally drained. I think I will be taking a break today and possibly tomorrow. Apologies to those who are awaiting an email. I fully intend to respond as soon as my brain begins to cooperate. Until then I will sew more cat blankets for the kitty rescue. The kitties don’t even care if they are cut crooked and have jagged seams!

Hope at Cloud City

Cloud City Coffee has kindly volunteered to exhibit my prints and help with my fundraising efforts. They are located in the in Seattle’s Maple Leaf neighborhood, just south of Northgate, at the corner of 88th and Roosevelt.

Hope was a ‘regular’ at Cloud City for many years. All my medical appointments are in the area, and she knew the route to and from my multiple weekly appointments without a slip. When Hope died, Cloud City lost that ray of sunshine. I know Hope would be pleased to have her face on their art wall, leaving her mark even after passing on.

The process of choosing your own print at Cloud City is simple. All the prints available are hanging on clothes pins (with a few in a basket). Just remove your chosen print from the wall and fill out a ‘commitment card’ located in the basket and place the card in the envelope pinned to the basket. At your convenience you can pay online– go to my website and make a donation for your chosen print. If you would rather pay by check, you can leave the check made out to ADAP with the commitment card in the envelope, or you can mail the check directly to Karl’s Kids.

Of course while you are at Cloud City I suggest treating yourself to a drink. I get a single grande mocha with whip. I am addicted to their whip cream. They say it has a secret ingredient. Their baked good, soups, and sandwiches are all amazing and definitely worth a taste.

For my knitting friends, NorthEnd Knitters meet every Saturday at Cloud City. One of my goals once I have my new dog is to be able to spend Saturdays at my favorite shop participating in one of my favorite hobbies with a group of fiber enthusiasts.

If you know of any other venues willing to help in my fundraising efforts by allowing exhibition space, please contact me. I am appreciative of all networking during this process, so send me a note if you have any ideas on how I can reach a larger audience.

Many thanks to everyone helping in this journey to find me a new canine partner.

Cloud City Coffee in Maple Leaf
8801 Roosevelt Way NE, Seattle, WA 98115

Hatch with Hope

Two summers ago I had the opportunity to visit the traveling Hatch Exhibit at the Experience Music Project. Hatch is the world’s oldest working letterpress shop. They designed and printed for major music icons, political campaigns, and advertisement posters since 1879 –well before the creation of digital images. They are still in business today. Check out this amazing video to learn more!

As a printmaker, this was a dream come true! It was the working, breathing history of my art. The woodblocks, the inks, the posters, the ‘happy accidents’. Nothing was ever thrown away and the same machines and blocks are still used today. My favorite were the ‘happy accidents’–the paper used to test and register the run before starting. To conserve paper the same sheets were used over and over and over again. Over time they turned themselves into their own piece of work, unique in every way.

Without Hope, there is no way I could ever have managed to see this exhibit. First of all, it was ‘First Thursday’–the only day the EMP is free to the public. It was noisy, overwhelming, and crowded. I am not such a rock music fan, but there was no escape from the loud, pounding music. The crowds were so thick it felt like a mosh pit. The Hatch Exhibit itself was quiet and basically empty, but getting there was a nightmare.

There was one simple, yet useful, task of Hope’s that saved me. The simple words ‘Follow [name].’ On that day it was my brother in law, ‘Follow Adam’. As we weaved through the crowds Hope’s nose was stuck like glue to the back of Adam’s leg. When someone rammed between us and Adam, Hope was right back locating his leg even if it took navigating around people to do so. Both my sister and brother got lost multiple times, but I did not. I had Hope. I had safety. I did not have to worry about searching the crowds, finding my group, attending to my surroundings. I shut my mind down and trusted my dog…otherwise it really would have been too much. I wouldn’t have been able to make it.

That day, because of Hope, I found inspiration, history and success.

I look forward to the time when I can take these adventures once again. I am confident the new dog in the future will lend me the assistance to do this and so much more!