Hola friends. I hope you had a lovely holiday weekend. I have to admit that our Easter was non-existent and by far the worse one we have ever had. We returned from Guatemala at 8:00 am yesterday morning tired, dirty and worried. Our feet had barely hit the ground and we were off on a mad dash to retrieve our dog (Peanut) from the vet. While we were in Guatemala we had boarded her and her health had taken a turn for the worse. We made it to her before she passed, but unfortunately Peanut Sueiro died in my arms on Easter Sunday at 12:15pm. Yesterday was a pretty crappy day all around considering we lost Peanut and the kids were still in Florida. I hope you had a better weekend in your neck of the woods.
It is no surprise that I have been a bit MIA on the blog for the last six weeks and I apologize (I know I have said this several times). I don’t anticipate that it will improve this week since I have some healing to do, the kids return tomorrow, design deadlines are calling and school starts back up, but I will do my best. I have had a lot of obstacles that have interfered with my commitment to GGG and all of you. I don’t want to make excuses, but I cannot pretend that the medical, physical and now emotional exhaustion, plus stress has influenced my desire to write. I love my blog and all of you so if you can be patient with me while I get my groove back I promise it will be worth it. A friend of mine (and fellow traveling family) told me that the first six months of travel will be the hardest part. Although the obstacles we have run into have not been caused by life in Costa Rica I am happy to announce that today is officially SIX MONTHS. May the obstacles wash away at this very moment.
Let’s chat about Peanut for a bit. I know this does not relate to travel, but I need to write in order to heal. Thank you for reading it.
Many, many years ago in a far off land a couple decided to buy their first house in Los Angeles, California. The couple found the perfect place in a fantastic location, but most of all they loved the cute white dog that stuck her nose under the gate each time they came to visit. The husband joked with the home owner about buying the house only if the dog came with it. The home owner eagerly said that the two-year old dog was his if he wanted it. The husband wondered if he and his wife were up for the big responsibility of owning a dog, but ultimately he knew that the dog would be loved and nurtured by him and his wife so he said yes. The husband then presented the wife with a leash and dog collar as a Christmas gift (get your mind out of the “50 Shades of Grey” gutter) because he had decided to surprise the wife with the dog. The dog and its new family lived happily ever after.
Peanut was only two years old when we adopted her and when she passed she was two months shy of her 15th birthday. She spent her younger years sunbathing on our patio in LA, enjoying long walks around the neighborhood and barking at any feet she could see under the rickety gate. Around the age of five Peanut moved with us to an “up and coming” neighborhood where she enjoyed a larger yard, but less long walks because of the wild dogs roaming off leash in our hood. At the age of seven her life took a turn for what she would probably say was the worse. We moved to Boston in the dead of winter and her leisurely walks and large yard playtime all but came to a sudden halt. We bought her some slippers and played in the snow with her, but she never learned to love the cold or ice on her paws. I can’t say I blame her. On the flip side she got more grandparent time. Peanut spent the next seven years enjoying time in Maine during visits and extended vacations where she could sunbathe on the porch, enjoy table scraps handed down from my dad and partake in hours of conversation with my mom. In her final years she became a city dog when we moved to Cambridge, Massachusetts. Her time at the grandparents increased as we began to take long summer trips and she seemed to really enjoy being spoiled by them. In her final months she moved to Costa Rica with us. Although her health was in a slow decline she still managed to spend time on the patio sunning herself, playing with her new friend Timon and traveling with us to other parts of Costa Rica and Nicaragua. An hour before she passed she had her final sunbathing minutes and said goodbye to her new friend Timon.
Over the last couple of years Peanuts health started to decline and two years ago we almost lost her because of a massive infection throughout her body. Our vet in Boston could not figure out what was causing it, but luckily my parents took her for several months and were able to heal her with the help of their vet and loads of love. I will forever be grateful to them for giving her those extra couple of years. In the past year she had developed a thyroid issue, lost her hearing and her mobility had declined, but she was still able to carry out most of her daily activities. Peanut was diagnosed with kidney issues several weeks ago, but we were assured that she was not on death’s door. The vet gave her a full examination and said she was able to board at the doggie hotel for a week while we went to Guatemala. Unfortunately while we were gone her condition worsened and in conjunction with the depression from being away from us she was unable to recover. By the time we were able to return to Costa Rica she was refusing to eat, not urinating and she had lost function of her lower extremities. Peanut was not in pain or suffering so we decided to take her home with us and try to bring her back. She died peacefully in my arms three hours later. I cannot deny that I am questioning whether we should have gone to Guatemala. When we left she was happy, walking around, sniffing everything and in good spirits. I guess one will never know, but I do wish we had not gone.
Peanut was an amazing dog. She came to us at a time when we had a lot of love to give. Peanut was our first baby and she taught us how to take care of someone other than ourselves. She became fast friends with Avalon when she arrived and she would spend many afternoons napping beside her on a blanket in our living room. It was so beautiful to watch. When Largo arrived she did the same with him. If anyone played too rough with the kids Peanut was there to bark and nip them until they stopped. She tolerated us dressing her up in Halloween costumes, ugly sweaters, funky haircuts, new age therapies and so much more. Peanut was definitely a renaissance doggy.
I know in my heart she had a great life and was very much-loved by all of us and my parents. I am still struggling with the fact that she spent the majority of her final week without us. I wish I had known this was coming because I would have never gone on that trip to Guatemala. I knew she would not last forever, but maybe with our touch and love she could have lasted longer. I guess I can sit around all day second guessing myself. I loved her very much and I am confident she could see that when I looked into her eyes and she took her final breath.
Rest in peace Peanut. We love you.
p.s. Once I have come to terms with this a little more I will do a post about our experience with boarding her here and what happens to dogs after death in Costa Rica.