Some thirteen or fourteen years ago, one of the dogs at the finca had puppies and my daughter asked if we could have one. Both my wife and I had had dogs in our families when we were young and so we agreed to take one of the puppies. We chose which one we wanted and told the caretaker of the finca to keep it for us as at the time it was still too young to take away from its mother.
Some weeks later, we returned to the finca and as we drove down the driveway, I immediately became concerned, as I could not see any of the puppies. On questioning the caretaker, it transpired that they had given the puppies away and had not kept one for us. I assume someone had offered them some money or a member of their family had wanted them and so they gave in to temptation. The famous Irish write Oscar Wilde said that he could resist anything but temptation, I guess they were the same.
The following day a sister in law who taught at the school my daughter attended phoned us to say that the psychologist at the school had found a small dog lost in the street over the weekend and was trying to find a home for it as she already had various dogs and cats and didn’t have room for more. We decided to take that dog and I met the psychologist the following morning to receive it.
That dog, a cross between a Cocker Spaniel and a Poodle, became known as Pelusa and I remember that first day she followed me everywhere I went in the flat, even if I only moved one or two metres, as if she was determined not to get lost again. She very quickly fitted into our daily lives and became a well-loved member of the family accompanying us on trips to the finca and family get togethers. She brought us a lot of happiness.
Various family members have phoned to offer their condolences, but for me it is better that she died peacefully and will not have to suffer. It’s not good to see animals or people suffering. In fact, if in the future my quality of life deteriorates to a point where I can’t do very much and am in pain I would like to be given an injection to end this life too.
I believe in reincarnation and so for me death is just a stage we go through, but not the end. I remember reading that B. K. S. Iyengar, the famous yoga teacher who died earlier this year refused to cry when his wife died, as he didn’t want to cry over an illusion.
And that is what I believe, death is not the end, just a stepping stone to the next phase and even though I will miss Pelusas’s company, I am glad that she is no longer suffering and I wish her well on her journey.