I am sitting here rubbing Nala head as she cranes her neck up onto the seat of the couch and stares into my eyes with pure love. I am once again overwhelmed with how wildly strong this dog is. Her ninth birthday is a week from tomorrow, on 10/2, and she has been battling bone cancer like a boss for about two months now. We really didn’t think she would make it this long but we are beyond happy that she has. Every other day we have a moment of fear that she is entering a rapid decline, as she starts limping more severely and appears somber. But then, somehow, she continues to recover from these spells and trudges on. The fight is real and it burns in that beautiful dog’s heart.
I realize that I haven’t posted for some time. This is 100% due to the fact that I am in the midst of finishing my college classes for this concentrated term and am bogged down with research papers. Additionally, I am taking home some work projects so all of my free time has been spent on my laptop trying to dig myself out from under this self-inflicted rock. I signed up for it and I’m glad I did, it’s just a lot.
Not only is Nala fighting for her life but our friend Andrew is too. After a two week binge drinking session after he departed the LA area for his move to NorCal, Andrew somehow found the strength to fight his way out of his rancid motel room and into a sober living house. He began work at his new assignment and is trying to resume normal life now. Hugo and I are so happy he made it out alive once more. I know they say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger but honestly, he has been pretty close to dying so he must be ridiculously strong by now. Our relationship with Andrew is the closest Hugo and I have ever been to an alcoholic and it is astounding to see what the human body can tolerate and how crushed the human spirit can become. He lives to see another day and continue fighting so, as his mother says, we will just keeping hoping for a good tomorrow.