Se los presento, se llamaba Nahel un Golden Retriever, realmente quería un nombre distinto a lo común, ya que el no era cualquier perro. Les cuento un poco sobre sus padres: Hijo mayor de una camada de 16 cachorros, 8 machos y 8 hembras, digo mayor por que fue el primero que nació, casi blanco y era muy grande, su Papa era en ese momento Campeón Nacional como mejor Raza, se llamaba si no me equivoco Brandi, su Mama era de Brasil y Conoció al que seria su pareja (Brandi) en una competencia en la capital Venezuela - Caracas ella Sub-Campeona como mejor Raza, eran unos perros espectaculares, tanto su pelaje como su color, el casi marrón y ella casi blanca, así que Nahel salió a su mama en el color y con el tamaño y la cara de su Papa.
Nahel nace un 14 de febrero aquí día de los Enamorados del año 2009 y llego a mi un primero de abril con tan solo 2 meses de vida. Era una bola de pelos como decimos aquí, blanco y juguetón. La primera en conocerlo es mi Mama que tuve que meterle una mentira piadosa al decirle que no iba a ser grande, que era un perro de raza mediana pequeña, todavía recuerdo ese día como si era ayer. Ella me preguntaba ¿seguro hijo que es mediano? Y yo le respondía, si claro Mami, Nahel no va a ser tan grande…Bueno y así pasaron las horas hasta que llegue a casa con él, la primera en recibirme fue mi tía, que ella con los animales no convive mucho y como era de esperar se molestó, les cuento paso mas de 2 meses sin hablarme mientras que Nahel pasaba todo el día en el cuarto sin salir, ella no lo quería y para evitar molestias esa era la solución, en cambio mi Abuela, solo me dijo, mientras tú te hagas cargo no hay problema.
Así comenzaron a pasar los días, Nahel desde su primer día hacia sus necesidades en periódico mientras yo estaba en clases o en la calle haciendo alguna diligencia, luego lo sacaba a caminar un rato para que pudiese desarrollar sus músculos como un perro normal. Nahel comenzó a crecer y a formar parte de la Familia, ya mi tía lo quería, pasaba parte del día con ella, ya podía andar en toda la casa, dormía con mi mama o conmigo, iba con nosotros para todos lados, ya él sabía cuál era su puesto en el carro.
Nahel creció y comía como un dinosaurio, tenia sus meriendas, que se las compraba su abuela (mi Mama) mensualmente iba al Veterinario para que lo revisara y le hiciera sus exámenes de control, mi entre mi Mama y yo le comprábamos sus vitaminas, era como un niño, el cuidado, su alimento, sus juguetes todo, era muy exigente solo le faltaba hablar.
Les cuento, salir a pasear era muy cómico, por que era inevitable que alguien nos parara para tomarse fotos con el o simplemente para acariciarlo, por que eso si le gustaba a Nahel que lo tocaran y lo consintieran. Siempre pasamos por una heladería que su dueña le regalaba helado de Mantecado, se volvió costumbre para él, ya que desde cachorro pasábamos y era por lo menos día por medio que comía su porción de helado.
Cada cumpleaños se le celebraba, así sea con una pequeña torta, lastima que las fotos de esos días se perdieron en la antigua computadora que por un problema eléctrico me quemo el disco duro. Nahel era el consentido de la Familia y de la Urbanización, todos tenían que ver con el, quien pasaba lo saludaba o le traían galletas saladas o dulces, eran sus favoritas, eso si nada de chocolate.
Tenia un entrenador personal, toda una estrella, el entrenador era un vecino que le decíamos Goyo, el lo llevaba todos los días a trotar y a nadar cerca de un parque, que había una laguna pequeña. Por eso creo que su tamaño, claro también por la genética de sus padres.
Así fueron pasando los días, y Nahel cada día era mas consentido, hasta tal punto de comer con la familia, no en la mesa, pero si a un lado, a la hora que comíamos todos. Nunca quiso dormir en el patio siempre era en uno de los cuartos y nunca solo, se me olvidaba comentarles, era muy nervioso con los ruidos fuertes, tales como rayos o fuegos artificiales, en diciembre era un problema muy grande, me tocaba sedarlo con medicamentos sobre todo el 24 y el 31 de diciembre.
En Venezuela hubo un tiempo que comenzó a escasear la comida para perros, por problemas económicos o de producción de la materia prima, en ese momento tuve que tomar decisiones muy drásticas y buscar soluciones para tenerle alimento a Nahel, en ese momento tome una de mis peores decisiones de vida, comprarle alimentos procesados y producidos en la ciudad donde vivo por empresas que elaboraban alimentos para ganado y cerdos. Según era alimento para perros, sin saber que eran alta en grasas, fue la única solución que conseguí para seguirlo alimentando sin pensar que esta le traería problemas de salud en un mediano corto plazo.
Me salte una parte de la historia, cuando Nahel comenzó a conseguir novias, el que lo veía y tenia una perra de esa raza quería que Nahel fuera la pareja de esa perra, se intentó en muchas ocasiones, pero un limitante era el tamaño y el peso de Nahel. En una de las tantas oportunidades que se intentó que Nahel montara, el dueño de la perra trabajaba en un veterinario reconocido en la ciudad, pues él tenía bastante interés que su Perra quedara embarazada de Nahel, entonces el me comenta que si no tengo problema que se lleve a Nahel al dicho lugar para hacer una inseminación a su perra y es ahí cuando nos damos cuenta que Nahel sufre de tiroides, no me quedo de otra que llevarlos a su veterinario para que le realizara los exámenes necesarios y si, así fue, tenia esa patología, a partir de ese momento tuvo que tomar medicamentos a diario para controlarle los niveles, por eso era su peso, por cosas de vida se le controlo y era un perro normal feliz y juguetón.
Pasaron unos meses mas cuando en febrero del 2017 le diagnostican una posible hepatitis, tenia su piel amarilla, comenzamos con todos los exámenes y tratamientos para que se recuperara, después de muchos exámenes y pasado los días se dan cuanta que Nahel tiene hígado graso nivel 3 y eso gracias a esa perrarina de mala calidad que en aquel momento compre para él. Luego de un mes comenzó a retener líquido, sus riñones ya estaban fallando con tan solo 8 años, aun era un perro joven con ganas de seguir viviendo y corriendo, me tuve la obligación de hospitalizarlo para que de alguna forma trataran de hacerlo drenar todo ese liquido que tenia en su panza, dejarlo ahí una semana fue muy difícil, ya que el era mi compañero de sueño y el no tenerlo para salir a caminar en las mañanas no era fácil.
Luego de una semana lo busco y era otro, estaba muy delgado pero con su cola de lado a lado como siempre, al llegar a la casa se fue a nuestro cuarto y al lado de la cama se acostó a dormir, luego de varios días nuevamente comenzó a retener liquido y salimos al veterinario para que lo valorara, el Doctor me dice, déjalo para ver como reacciona pero creo que no hay mucho que hacer, así pasaron 15 días más, cuando me llamaron para que lo fuera a buscar mi alegría fue inmensa, sus ganas de vivir era grande, él quería seguir con nosotros, tenía una dieta extrema, ya no podía consumir sus galletas ni su helado, eso había cambiado, ya no tenia la misma fuerza, como se levantaba y casi no comía.
El dia 6 de abril de 2017 en horas de la noche Nahel ya no respondía, solo cuando lo llamabas por su nombre intentaba mover su cola, sus riñones no funcionaban y su hígado estaba muy deteriorado, el veterinario llego a casa al verlo me dijo Jota no hay solución, ya no se puede hacer nada.
Ahora Nahel es un mi Angelito perruno y en sus últimos minutos de vida le agradecí por todos los momentos, aventuras, felicidad y juegos que juntos vivimos. Hasta Siempre amigo.
Nota: Por motivos obvios no pude extender la historia, de verdad que cada vez que lo recuerdo me afecta muchísimo. En otra oportunidad continuo.
Espero que les haya gustado y les deseo muchísima salud a todos sus peludos, de verdad que ellos hacen que los días sean distintos. Disfruten de ellos al máximo y de la mejor manera que ustedes puedan.
How difficult it is when at home you have most of the family members against you so that they agree to you without any objection to having a Dog, but in the end with its beauty and nobility they end up in love and include it as one more member of the family in just hours or minutes. And that's how it was, how my best friend for 8 years came to the family.
I present to you, Nahel was called a Golden Retriever, he really wanted a different name than usual, since he was not just any dog. I will tell you a little about his parents: The eldest son of a litter of 16 puppies, 8 males and 8 females, I say older because he was the first to be born, almost white and very big, his father was National Champion at that time for best Breed, her name was if I'm not mistaken Brandi, her mother was from Brazil and she met the one who would be her partner (Brandi) in a competition in the capital Venezuela - Caracas she was Runner-up as best Breed, they were spectacular dogs, both their fur like her color, almost brown and she almost white, so Nahel came out to her mom in the color and with the size and face of her dad.
Nahel was born on February 14 here on Valentine's Day in 2009 and she came to me on the first of April when she was only 2 months old. It was a ball of fur as we say here, white and playful. The first to meet him is my mom, I had to tell him a white lie by telling him that he was not going to be big, that he was a small medium breed dog, I still remember that day as if it were yesterday. She asked me, are you sure, son, that he is medium? And I answered, yes, of course, mommy, Nahel is not going to be that big… Well, the hours passed until I got home with him, the first to receive me was my aunt, she doesn't live much with animals and how she was Hopefully he got upset, I tell you, he spent more than 2 months without talking to me while Nahel spent the whole day in the room without going out, she didn't want him and to avoid inconvenience that was the solution, instead my grandmother just told me, while you take charge no problem.
This is how the days began to pass, Nahel from his first day to his needs in the newspaper while I was in class or on the street doing some errand, then I would take him out for a walk so he could develop his muscles like a normal dog. Nahel began to grow and become part of the Family, and my aunt loved him, he spent part of the day with her, he could now walk throughout the house, he slept with my mother or with me, he went everywhere with us, he already knew which one it was his place in the car.
Nahel grew up and ate like a dinosaur, she had her snacks, which her grandmother (my Mom) bought for her every month, she went to the vet to check him out and do his check-ups, between my Mom and I we bought her vitamins, it was As a child, the care, his food, his toys, everything, he was very demanding, he just needed to talk.
I tell you, going for a walk was very funny, because it was inevitable that someone would stop us to take pictures with him or simply to caress him, because that's what Nahel liked to be touched and pampered. We always went through an ice cream parlor that his owner gave him Mantecado ice cream, it became a habit for him, since we used to go by since he was a puppy and it was at least every other day that he ate his portion of ice cream.
Every birthday was celebrated, even with a small cake, it's a pity that the photos of those days were lost in the old computer that due to an electrical problem burned the hard drive. Nahel was the darling of the Family and the Urbanization, everyone had to do with him, whoever passed by greeted him or brought him crackers or sweets, they were his favorites, but none of the chocolate.
He had a personal trainer, a real star, the trainer was a neighbor we called Goyo, he took him jogging and swimming near a park every day, where there was a small lagoon. That is why I think that its size, of course, is also due to the genetics of its parents.
This is how the days went by, and Nahel was more spoiled every day, to the point of eating with the family, not at the table, but to one side, at the time we all ate. He never wanted to sleep in the patio, he was always in one of the rooms and never alone, I forgot to tell you, he was very nervous with loud noises, such as lightning or fireworks, in December it was a big problem, I had to sedate him with medication especially on December 24 and 31.
In Venezuela there was a time when dog food began to be scarce, due to economic problems or production of the raw material, at that moment I had to make very drastic decisions and look for solutions to have food for Nahel, at that moment I took one of my worst decisions in life, buy processed food produced in the city where I live by companies that made feed for cattle and pigs. As it was dog food, without knowing that it was high in fat, it was the only solution I found to continue feeding it without thinking that it would cause health problems in the short-medium term.
I missed a part of the story, when Nahel began to get girlfriends, whoever saw him and had a dog of that breed wanted Nahel to be the partner of that dog, it was tried on many occasions, but one limitation was the size and weight of Nahel. On one of the many occasions that Nahel was tried to ride, the dog's owner worked at a recognized veterinarian in the city, since he was quite interested in his dog becoming pregnant by Nahel, so he tells me that if I don't have a problem I can take Nahel to the said place to inseminate her dog and that's when we realize that Nahel suffers from thyroid, I had no choice but to take them to their vet to perform the necessary tests and yes, that's how it was, He had this pathology, from that moment on he had to take medication daily to control his levels, that's why it was his weight, he was controlled due to things in life and he was a normal happy and playful dog.
A few more months passed when in February 2017 he was diagnosed with possible hepatitis, his skin was yellow, we began with all the exams and treatments for him to recover, after many exams and days later they realized that Nahel has level 3 fatty liver and that thanks to that poor quality dog that I bought for him at that time. After a month he began to retain fluid, his kidneys were already failing at only 8 years old, he was still a young dog with the desire to continue living and running, I had to hospitalize him so that somehow they would try to make him drain all that liquid that he had in his belly, leaving him there for a week was very difficult, since he was my sleeping partner and not having him to go for a walk in the mornings was not easy.
After a week I look for him and he was another, he was very thin but with his tail from side to side as always, when he got home he went to our room and lay down to sleep next to the bed, after several days again He began to retain fluid and we went to the vet to assess him, the Doctor told me, leave him to see how he reacts but I think there is not much to do, 15 more days passed like this, when they called me to go look for him, my joy was immense, his desire to live was great, he wanted to continue with us, he had an extreme diet, he could no longer eat his cookies or his ice cream, that had changed, he no longer had the same strength, how he got up and hardly ate.
On April 6, 2017, at night, Nahel no longer responded, only when you called his name did he try to move his tail, his kidneys did not work and his liver was very deteriorated, the vet came home when he saw him, Jota told me there is no solution, nothing can be done anymore.
Now Nahel is my little angel dog and in his last minutes of life I thanked him for all the moments, adventures, happiness and games that we lived together. Until forever, friend.
Note: For obvious reasons I couldn't extend the story, it really affects me a lot every time I remember it. On another occasion I continue.
I hope you liked it and I wish all your furry friends a lot of health, they really make the days different. Enjoy them to the fullest and in the best way that you can.
All the pictures were taken by me with my Samsung S3
