Meet Che. I came across “Che” in Plaza San Francisco in Havana, Cuba. He was weak, he had dried mucous all over his nose and eyes, he was so starved you could see every bone on his body, so sick he was limping sideways.
Regardless of his state, or maybe because of his state, we bonded instantly.
I got him food and water from the store – debating if I was only prolonging his pain and suffering before giving it to him. We shared several cuddles and pets over the next couple days as I found excuses to circle back to the Plaza in search of the one I had named Che. I had tried asking around for a vet, emailed family who had lived in the Caribbean and may have resources at getting Che the care he desperately needed.
When I had finally heard back I all but ran back to the Plaza in search for Che, ready to take him to the vet’s address saved on my phone. He was no where to be seen. The day prior we sat against the fountain his head in my lap, his breathing labored, joints looking inflamed and soar and he fell asleep. I had tears in my eyes (as I do now writing this) knowing I had to get him help soon. I debated taking him back to the place we were staying and begging our Spanish speaking host into helping us. I didn’t see him for the next 2 days either, again making every excuse to circle back to the Plaza.
I like to think that the Cuban family who watched me cuddle Che took him to the vet and adopted him, that he’s in Havana living a life of luxury and all the doggy food and toys he could ever imagine.
Every year 10% of my session fees will be donated to an animal rescue on behalf of Che. I will strive to work hard along side rescue organizations to raise awareness and funding so every dog has the possibility of finding their furever home. Stories like this happen all too often and I hope that together we can reduce these stories of animal neglect, cruelty and homelessness.