Doctor appointments, nurse
and therapist visits dot the calendar like dandelions in spring. Thank God,
Puerto Rico doesn’t have dandelions! Impromptu trips to the ER in San Juan have
been their own special brand of hell, leaving us spent in the wake.
Our home in Guajataca has
special healing energy, the lake, the mountains; we thrive after surgery.
Kirt’s incision is healing beautifully. Last year in New Orleans the other leg,
toe amputation took forever, and hyper bariatric treatments, to heal. My surgeries have also healed better once I
got here.
Kirt comforted a dying
puppy holding it close to him in the final hours. He stared at the lifeless
rear end with red eyes brimmed with tears. I could feel the strong gift of
energy Kirt gave the pup to no avail. The little head gazed at him with
peaceful eyes half closed, until just before the end she cried, loudly. I’m just a puppy. I don’t want to die.
Slumped in his chair Kirt rolled to the bedroom.
The concept of yin and yang works in hyper
drive here. Pointless trips to San Juan followed by other trips, exuberant
praise from doctors genuinely surprised to see his progress. Sadly, it only
pisses me off to know how much they wrote him off. I am glad that they seem to
be sincerely preparing him for the new leg. The prospect is renewing. When he
can think past the pain and shit, he smiles as he talks about walking again.
Speaking of smiles, if
puppies make us smile, this is Puerto Rico, La Isla del Encanto, hold on
another puppy is under a van at the bottom of our driveway as we speak. Let’s get him before a car does.
We have a new puppy. Aren’t
we lucky? And so Lucky he is.
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