We stopped at the baker on the way out who starts his day at 2am in the morning. It was a beautiful day and all threat of rain seems behind us. We crossed a gorgeous Roman bridge and almost instantly a woman came out of her home offering us tortilla, a Spanish omelet of egg, potato, and onions. It was so nice and appreciated. She has a cute spirit and was full of spunk. Jordi shared he was from Barcelona and she joked she wanted the tortilla back because Barcelona is attempting to separate from Spain. It was all done joking, but was a cute exchange.
We cried today over Boo, but normal conversation, fun and laughter was mixed in. I had some unrealistic demands set on Steve to as ways to desperately keep Boo alive for one more month. An amazing surgeon in South Carolina saved Barnacle's life 18 months ago and I asked Steve to call her, see if she can aggressively remove growths, maybe even the front leg... just keep him alive for one month so we can properly say bye to our gentle giant Boo.
I know this was so selfish!!!! I knew it, but was I so desperate! Steve left a message there and in the meantime our vet wanted to do x-rays to actually confirm the diagnosis.
Back to the vet Steve went with absolute awful x-rays, cancer was throughout Boo’s body, through the humerus bone, his heart was enlarged, and in his spine. While there getting this report, our South Carolina vet called and BOTH of our vets were making it official,”it is time, nothing can be done, Boo is in pain, and is not a surgical candidate”.
Sigh- the sight of the x-rays sure did put things into perspective...
Boo would return to the vet with the boys of the family tomorrow and would be put on a huge cocktail of meds tonight and we would Skype them while they were there. Heavy hearts...
We arrived to Pontevedra to an amazing large public albergue that would be full before the night was over. Tons of pilgrim energy!!!! We are 100kms from Santiago and this distance is all one needs to get the Compostela, the certificate of completion in the end. A huge change of energy, lots of celebrating and a partying crowd!
I thought this was my best shot to find the owner of the shirt I had been carrying, it was a bottleneck of pilgrims... slow or fast you’d almost likely end up here...
I got paper and wrote a note that three nights before my daughters accidentally picked up a shirt off the clothesline that was not ours. I could be found sleeping in “bunk 14” if it was yours. Jordi translated also from English and I hung it on the women’s bathroom door. That night before we went to bed it was gone... I assumed an individual among the huge population of pilgrims had removed it, it might have been a dumb attempt by me...
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