As we were leaving the hotel there was a young guy looking like he was hiding a dead body or two in a bag. It ends up he is a kite surfer and here for some tournament.
The walk out of the city was met with busy streets and a slow start but then we climbed a hill through a neighborhood and were greeted by well wishers and dogs barking.
Steve, my hubby, had shared he was taking Boo to the vet that his front leg/arm was swollen and Boo could not get up. We actually thought we were losing Boo in January when he stopped being able to get up easily and appeared in pain. Our vet was pretty certain he had bone cancer but x-rays didn’t show it. He gave him powerful meds that seemed to help. I kissed Boo goodbye like it might be the last time on March 1st. Although deep down, I thought I’d see him again and was banking on goodluck. I remember telling the girls to do the same. We all have a massive love for our critters but Boo and Bronwyn have always shared a special love and he has always slept with her “guarding his sheep”.
I would get a picture from Steve from the waiting room showing me a Chesapeake Bay retriever in the lobby, my first dog, Spinnaker, was a Chessie and at our wedding, so any image of one is always welcome and great to see. We walked upon one of the most peaceful spots with waterfalls and trails at that moment. We stopped for a picnic explored the paths up the waterfall and were having an amazing day. Right when we were putting our packs Steve texted asking me, “can we talk?”. I knew this wasn’t good. The girls and I skyped there from this waterfall, this peaceful spot and Steve said our vet was saying,”it’s time to let Boo go”. Our wonderful team of vets are the best and know us and our critters well. She was saying she was certain it was cancer, he had lumps and the swelling. The girls and I cried and cried... I asked them if they wanted to go home, I feared even if the answer was “yes” that I wasn’t certain we could make it home in time. My offer was genuine. They asked if we could then return to the Camino at which I was honest that it wouldn’t be this summer ... the Camino will be here but it wouldn’t be “this” Camino! As we put on our packs I asked Steve to start looking into flights. Over time, as we walked, the girls started saying,”he’s in pain”, and were processing things on a mature level. We had a discussion that in our lives we’ll get many calls of bad news and how we won’t always be able to be present when we want to be.
We continued on and we secured a private albergue tonight where Jordi and the girls cooked a lovely dinner and went to bed fully exhausted...
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