When I last posted to this blog, we had made the sad decision to cancel our February trip to Baja in order to care for our dog Tito, who had been diagnosed with an aggressive cancer in September and was given a prognosis of one to three months. After nearly three months of being virtually back to normal, he collapsed before an evening walk in mid-December. Pale gums meant that he was bleeding internally, most likely from a ruptured tumor. A trip to the emergency vet confirmed that the bleeding was coming from his liver, and that surgery was not recommended. We then made the awful decision no dog owner should ever have to make.
Three-plus weeks later, we’re still missing him more than words could express, much like the widowed dove so beautifully photographed by my wife Mary in Todos Santos. Could our “happy place” offer some comfort while we’re still mourning?
We wouldn’t have considered it two weeks ago, but then we began to think “what if we could make the trip after all?” After a few days of research, and the timely intervention of good friends in the right place at the right time, we booked a beach house in El Pescadero for the first 10 days of February.
Will we adopt another dog at some point in the future? That remains to be seen – after all, we never were able to bring Tito to Baja with us. But we can always dream, can’t we?
Dreams of Pescadero 