Yesterday, our beloved Matilda left us.
She started feeling unwell on Friday. So Saturday morning, just when we were moving to another house, we took her to the vet. They recommended that we leave her overnight to run some tests and give her some fluids. A couple of hours later, they called us. She had problems with her liver, was peeing blood, and her sugar levels were sky-high. Still, they thought that there might be a chance that she would make it.
We drove back to Heredia on Sunday to pick her up. After a whole night, with fluids and some medication, she was weak. She had hardly eaten, and the vets recommended that she should not stay in the hospital any longer but go home. Sometimes, they said, it only takes the warmth of home and the owners’ love to regain the appetite and recover.
But our little one, who was a fighter, did not win this battle.
On Monday, after a sleepless night in which she was in pain, we took her to a vet to put her to sleep. This time a different vet, closer to where we are now living. They thought they might be able to help her. That maybe it was not time to put her to sleep.
We tried one more time.
But in the end, she did not make it.
We buried her last night. Yesterday, it did not rain as the previous nights. As if the universe was giving us some space to take care of our little one.
With tears clouding our eyes, we dug a hole in the forest. Under some trees that birds love, close to a river, at the foot of a mountain. We marked the place with some river stones.
And when we finished saying our goodbyes and stood up holding our hands, I turned around. And I saw them.
The forest was full of fireflies.
A farewell to Matilda.