I step out on to the balcony and take in the view one last time. It is breathtaking as the sun rises over the mogotes (mountains). Feeling a little melancholy as I know it really will be the last time. I silently say thank you for the experience as I breathe in one more breath and turn and walk away. I leave my room to be greeted by my cats. “I’m sorry I have to leave you” I pat them, say goodbye and wish for them, that another tourist will come and give them food and love soon.
I board our little bus heading for Trinidad armed with food for whoever, dog or cat I meet on the way. It does not take long. Our first stop. One nursing mum approaches me, I feed her, then another comes, and another. 3 mums, all hungry, all recently given birth, where are their babies? I feed them all I have. I pat and talk to them. My soul is literally crying. The first one in particular looked at me with such appreciation. Through her infected eyes, a sadness beyond what I was able to cope with. I saw appreciation and thanks not for only the food I just gave her but for some tenderness and affection. I patted her, tickled behind her ears, under her chin for as long as I could, I didn’t want to leave her. I had to leave. I said goodbye with so much sadness in my heart and wished her a better next life. Looking back from our bus watching her for as long as I could see her, I cried. I cried for a long time this day.