This entry really has nothing to do with Nicaragua, living on the beach or moving but I wanted to write it anyway. Kodak, Mike’s flat coated retriever, passed away yesterday morning. We had taken her to the vet on Friday because she wasn’t eating. The doctor found a 2 1/2 lb. tumor on her spleen that had ruptured and she was bleeding internally. He said he could remove it and she had about a 50% chance of surviving the surgery and about a 75% chance that the tumor would be malignant. We immediately agreed to the surgery and hoped for the best. Kodak spent Friday & Saturday in the animal hospital and was able to come home Sunday for Mike’s birthday but she absolutely refused to eat anything no matter what we tried to bribe her with, not even peanut butter. Monday we took her back to the hospital for the day and they put her on an IV to give her fluids but explained to us if she didn’t start eating now we would have to discuss “other options”. That night at home at about 2:30 in the morning she made a strange barking noise & woke up Mike. I think she wanted to let us know it was time for her to go and we were able to be with her as she passed. I know a lot of people would say, “oh, I would never spend thousands of dollars to try to save a dog, that is just nuts” and I used to be one of those people. Until you are in that situation and the only thing standing between your dog possibly living or definitely dying is a piece of plastic you really don’t know. Even though she didn’t make it I know we did everything possible to give her the chance and we got to spend a few more days with her. This is the first time I have ever been through this and I have to tell you, I had no idea how much she had worked her way into my heart and how much I miss her. It is amazing how attached we can get to our pets and how attached they can get to each other. Our Rotti, Macy laid on the couch last night making these really sad chirping noises and wouldn’t come in the bedroom with us. I swear I think she was crying and waiting on Kodak to come home. She will now be making the journey to Nicaragua without her buddy but there are two dogs at our house that belong to our caretaker so hopefully she will be able to make some new friends, even if she doesn’t bark spanish.