Tango’s Passing

Tango in the Turnbull N.W.R. near Spokane, WA.

It is with profound sadness that I report the death of my beautiful dog and beloved companion Tango. He was 13 years old and diagnosed in July 2019 with cognitive dysfunction — doggie dementia — followed just a few weeks later with the discovery of a fast growing cancer on the roof of his mouth. Surgery was possible but would have radically deformed his mouth. The vet assured me that dogs adjust but it seemed a cruel step for a 13 year-old with dementia. I said no and started medications which made things worse for a while. I thought we would lose him in September but we were able to sort things out and with CBD and gabapentin he was relatively comfortable. The dementia robbed him of some skills but it never took his loving spirit and gentle ways. On January 3rd a vet from Lap of Love came to the house and put Tango to sleep. (Lap of Love has euthanasia and hospice services for pets in the home. Highly recommended.)

In trying to decide where to perform this final act of love I decided on the Chrysler van that had taken us cross country twice, back and forth to North Carolina many times, and on countless adventures together. Tango was always ready for a car ride but he would often climb into the van when it was parked at home and have a comfortable spot from which he could watch me do yard work. About twenty minutes before the veterinarian was scheduled to arrive I let Tango out to pee and then opened the door to the van. He needed no coaxing to jump in and, thankfully, he was able to make the jump on his own (there had been many times recently when he couldn’t make the jump). It was a perfect place and there was no fear or apprehension when Dr. Megan approached, just the usual curiosity and gentleness.  Very soon he was at peace. 

Road Trip – This is the Wrap

 

Alice’s Route 4/23/17 – 6/4/17  — 8,710 miles, 42 days

The odyssey is over. Tango and I are safely arrived in Franklin, NC, where we will quietly enjoy the summer.  No road trips anticipated.  😀

Zeke, Kelli, me, Taryn, Orion, Skylar and Erin… Mother’s Day in Long Beach, CA

Brenann, Evan, Mike, Alice and Stacy..the O’Learys in Hailey, ID.

Tango in the Turnbull N.W.R. near Spokane, WA.

We traveled 8,710 miles! Honestly, I never expected that.  Side trips got added and the end result was many more miles than I anticipated. But those detours allowed me to visit with family, some of whom I had not seen in a long while.  That was grand.

We made a completely unexpected trip to Coeur d’Alene, Idaho and met a family who I felt that I knew but had never met.  I wrote about that in my blog, “On the Road — Memories and Magic.”

There were three conferences–two on medical cannabis where I learned so much my head is still spinning.  This issue, that has consumed forty years of my life (see aliceolearyrandall.com), is simply exploding with new knowledge. The discovery of the endogenous cannabinoid system is a blessing for us all.  Lives will be better in coming years thanks to the tireless work of so many activists, healthcare practitioners and researchers.

To those shaking their heads and asking why a 69 year-old woman, and her faithful companion Tango, would undertake such an adventure I can only shake my head in return and ask, “Why not?”  Perhaps it was growing up with the weekly Dinah Shore Show in the late 1950s and early 1960s. Sponsored by a U.S. carmaker, the singing star would always sign-off with her catchy jingle,  “See the USA, in your Chevrolet/America is asking you to call/See the USA in your Chevrolet/America’s the greatest land of all.”  Darn right Dinah!  It is a wonder of a land and those who don’t take the time to visit its wonder are squandering their own wealth. And I can add this, if any of my fellow baby boomers are looking for those wide-open roads of our youth they still exist in the vast Western states of Montana, the Dakotas, and Idaho. (P.S. Stick to the secondary roads, they are the greatest.)

To my faithful readers – thanks. Your comments and observations made things all the more enjoyable. I’ll try to post some pictures from the trip in coming weeks.

Happy trails! ❧

Chris and Cooper

 

I’m really grateful to those of you who follow my blog. It is an honor to me that you give some of your time to read my words or look at my images.  I’m almost ashamed to admit I don’t follow too many bloggers but among those I do is Chris Condello’s: Green Thumbed Vagabond. Not every post but most of them. Chris presents a nice blend of poetry, gardening tips and life observations.  And his personal life is interjected just enough so that you respect him all the more for accomplishing the production of so much beauty…a lesser man might have just said, “F” it.

Chris’s most recent post is called My Little Buddy Cooper.  It’s about his dog, Cooper. Now, if you surf on Facebook at all you have seen your share of cute dogs but, trust me, Cooper is cute. He’s a Corgi. And he is presented in some wonderful images. You will just die for the one where he is running towards you with his tongue flying in the wind.

I wanted to share the wealth because that is part of blogging. Thanks Chris, keep up the good work.

Image #274 – Gertie

Image #274

Gertie was a rescue gerbil. I had gotten it in my head that I wanted a gerbil but shopping for one, as with most things, was a chore and I quickly tired of it. The sales associate at Petco seemed to sense my fatigue and wondered if I might be interested in a “slightly used” gerbil that had been left with them. I followed her to a back room where this pretty white gerbil was sequestered away, “had to be sure she wasn’t diseased,” the associate explained.  The gerbil had been with them for ten days and was cleared from quarantine. I could have her for $4, including the cage.  Well, I’m not much of a shopper but I do know a bargain.

Gertie was with me for almost three years and I loved that rodent. She settled right into life with Alice and I quickly learned she had style and panache.  After she died I turned to other gerbils but none had the espirit that my Gertie had.

Amazing how we come to love critters … from dogs and cats to gerbils and a whole slew of others. It speaks well for Homo sapiens that we can develop this closeness, this appreciation for the vast diversity that has been given to us on this blue and white marble that we call Earth.  We screw up a lot and are far from perfect but there are these moments of happiness brought on by simply opening our heart to others, human or otherwise.  Remember, you take the love with you.  ❧

Image #239 – California!

Image #239

Well, we made it!  Tango and I completed one-half of our cross country adventure on Sunday when we arrived in Trinidad, California.  We are enjoying the hospitality of our friends Bunny and Ed Subkis.  This view of the Pacific Ocean is not far from their home. In the distance is Patrick’s Point.

The conference in Portland was really excellent. I made some new friends, got a chance to catch up with some friends from the past, and learned a great deal about the endocannabinoid system.  This relatively new discovery–a receptor system in your body that mimics cannabis and is enhanced by its use–could revolutionize medicine. I’m not one for hyperbole but, honestly, the ongoing formal research (mainly international, in Spain and Israel) and the reports coming out of states that have legalized medical access are simply phenomenal.  Cannabis is curing cancers, treating dementia, dramatically increasing the longevity of patients with ALS and, as most have heard, reducing seizures in young children.

How I wish our federal government would find the courage to embrace this exciting new knowledge. Is there hope? Perhaps. A news report states that federal drug agencies are ramping up the federal production of cannabis next year.  Total production will expand from 21kg a year to 650kg! A sizable increase.  Such a silly waste of money. I met plenty of growers last week who could provide the federal government with any strain of cannabis they could possibly want.  There are none so blind as those who will not see.  ❧