THE WIND PHONE
Are There Tacos Over the Rainbow Bridge?
A final lesson from my furry best friend
Sometimes life gives you exactly the gift you need β if you take the time to recognize it. My 16-year-old dog, Chela, was a gift that life gave me while I was busy making other plans. She came into my life when I almost hit her with my car.
As I was walking with my old girl by the lake today, I watched her arthritic old legs wobble to and fro. Not unlike when I first met her 16 years ago, albeit for different reasons.
She was a tiny little wretch back then, lying in the middle of the road at 2 am. As my boyfriend and I were driving home from a party in Playa Del Carmen, Mexico where we lived, I spotted her on the road β I shrieked. After my boyfriend stopped momentarily freaking out at my banshee-like screech, he slammed the brakes and I vaulted out of the car.
I walked to the front bumper, covering my eyes with my shaking fingers to keep me from seeing the puppy weβd just run over.
Thankfully, she was a few inches in front of the left tire. My stomach vomited my heart back up in sheer joy. I then scooped the pup up and she collapsed into my arms, her body and mind too in shock to remain upright.