I am still in Spain.
There are only a couple of weeks left until we start our long travel back home.
But nothing really matters to me right now, I feel completely empty.
These last months have been filled with a sense of loss and grief.
First I lost Sofia, the cat that always was the first one to come to meet me in our Spanish house. A bit skinny this year I thought. Few weeks later we had to go to the vet to say last farewell. She was dying and there was nothing else we could do for her. Even my dogs must have understood she was sick because they allowed her to come into the house.
I don´t know what it was and why but she was a very special creature to me. Now I just have her portrait on the wall…
Just a couple of weeks later I found out that one of my dearest people on this Earth was diagnosed with a lung cancer.
My cousin Ala, my best friend since early childhood has passed away in Februari. I know it doesn´t have much to do with my dogs but yes, in a way it does She spent with us almost every summer these past years helping me with their training or just keeping us company.
My dogs adored her as much as I did. I don´t really think I´ll ever be whole without her…
On the picture with my previous dogs, all of them gone now… I hope they have welcomed her there, on the other side.
As it wasn´t enough with the pain of my soul I got some physical pain as well. And the real one! This again isn´t about my dogs but yes, it has a great impact on their well-being!
The problems with my spine have worsened a lot during past weeks. As to the point that walking even 100 m with my dogs was on the edge of inability. Despite all the drugs I took every morning. Every step I made was a battle.
I´m using past tense because I went to a Spanish orthopedist who had a mercy on me and give me two pain-blocking injections. It works now quite well but I don´t know for how long. The problem that cause the pain has to be solved by surgery. There is no other way.
Now, back to the dogs. Their life has been rather bored the past weeks. Not even that we aren´t able to train but our long walks has been drastically shortened.
They all have had their birthdays recently and now I have two real veterans. Not that it is something very visible.
The Border Collie, now 9 years old, runs with her sticks as usual.
Ruda, now 11 years, is very fit and moving freely but doesn´t make more effort than necessary. She would still be very engaged when training, as her appetite has reached the very top, but she wouldn´t lose her energy on unimportant things, like, for example, chasing birds on the beach. And now when I feel bad and walk slowly she just keeps the same tempo. Always close to me…
And then my little donkey Brita. Always very alert and watching the street cats with an interest far over the normal. Always ready to chase them here in the village or in the mountains, especially during the night. My dogs wear light collars at night and I can see her light moving high up. She is an expert on these mountains like a mountain goat. Well, her real name is Cabrita…
She is 5 years old now.
I wanted to end this post here.But before I managed to publish this blog a new disaster happened.
As though my task for this year is getting used to lose the most beloved creatures in my life…
Yesterday my husband was forced to let my wonderful, wise and lovely cat Xenon move over the rainbow bridge. Brain tumor. He´s been unwell for some time but I hoped he will wait until I come home and cure him with my love.
Coming back home won´t be easy this year…