It wasn’t meant to happen this way – but then again… life happens when you’re busy making plans.
JJ: With a heavy heart and tear filled eyes, this will be my final entry (although I will still send shout outs from heaven).
For those of you who haven’t read my profile in our About section, these two crazy cats came into my life when I was a puppy and adopted me from the hellish farm where I lived.
JJ: There’s a new king in town… ME!
JJ: From the moment they took me in, life got better. I was smothered in love.
JJ: I always took up the whole bed and they never once complained!
JJ : I got so many treats! They just kept feeding me!
JJ: We went everywhere together.
JJ: We traveled Belize together.
JJ: We explored beaches and I bloody loved the sand!
JJ: Dad and I would have these magical conversations… Talking standard man things that mum just wouldn’t understand.
JJ: Sometimes we would just sit together in silence… Getting lost in thought.
JJ: But he always knew what I was thinking.
JJ: As did mum.
JJ: After my parents lost all their capital in Belize, they were desperately trying to get somewhere to earn and after doing much research, we all decided on Costa Rica… So we pushed forward.
JJ: But something happened to me along the way. I was losing my zest.
JJ: My parents did all the necessary canine medical things, which I bloody hated (all the shots, boosters, flea meds, worm pills out the wazoo, they even got my bloody balls chopped off!)
JJ: And although they always kept me close and protected me…
JJ: Nothing could have prepared us for the 3rd world streets and countless miles on the road, but we were determined to make it through.
Perhaps I ate something precarious whilst they were not looking…
Perhaps I licked a toad or two…
And perhaps I made too many friends on the street. Friends who may or may not have been riddled in disease…
JJ: After a few weeks I couldn’t sleep…
JJ: Unlike when I was a pup. Just look at me sleeping like a baby! You can practically hear the snores!
JJ: I was out of breath all too often as we went from hot climate to cold, beaches to mountains. All the while mum and dad were desperately trying to find me some comfort to rest up.
JJ: It was Christmas and new year and all the veterinarian offices were closed. My parents were so worried about me that they called a doctor to our camper. He was a sweaty man who was rough and tough, but prescribed me all the necessary meds for a possible parasite. If dad would have of let me I would have bitten his aggressive hands right off. What a dick head, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Mum was totally shouting hate at him in the background whilst dad held me close.
Still I went from bad to worse.
JJ: Watching my parents so stressed out was hard, but I couldn’t shake the illness and sleep was becoming non existent.
In their frantic search of a doggy hospital, they met this really sweet young man at a gas station IN El Salvador who spoke perfect English and as soon as the vet offices opened up, he escorted us there and stayed to translate. Without him it would have been an embarrassing game of charades. This vet looked like he had one foot in the grave himself. He kept tapping me on the head like I didn’t know he was there.
The news wasn’t great. The doctor said I had bronchitis and shot me up with a wealth of meds. We were all scared. What would we do?
JJ: We needed to press on, get this day done and find some where safe in Nicaragua. A place where we could stop for a while and I could get the concentrated care needed. We had to move through Honduras at a break neck pace – everyone we met kept saying this place was bad, real bad so push forward, step on the gas, don’t stop – this place isn’t for the faint hearted.
JJ: Within an hour – half way through Honduras, I knew I was dying and my parents knew it too. I was petrified and my parents were too. Nowhere safe to stop or person to trust.
I was exhausted – exhausted from feeling ill and scared. I held onto mum in those last moments, never wanting to let go, but I couldn’t go on.
Mum was holding me in her arms as my heart beat was slowing. I could feel her fear and pain in the soft embrace only a doggy mother can give.
Dad pulled over and took me in his arms. We held each other in those last moments of my life, it was the warmth I needed to feel. We were all laying on a filthy ground, huddled together, on a dusty road leading to a small gathering of residential mud huts. He cooled me with water as my heart beat slowed to a gentle hum.