A Story Filled with Love
by Marcia Sanchez Cordero
One rainy day in April 1998 it was late in the afternoon and our entire family drove by the Refugio. All of a sudden we decided to make a U-turn and go check out the dogs there. We walked in to the shelter and strolled around the cages and in stall #10 we saw the little face of a pekingese/maltese-cross dog. We were blown away at how he reacted towards us. Right then we knew that we had found a true friend who would be spending the rest of our lives together.
We started the adoption process which meant that we needed to send our new little family member in for castration, advice that was kindly given by Sra Lilian Schnog, the president of the Refugio.
While we were waiting for our new dog to come out of surgery, we decided to name him “Bensito”. When everything was finished the secretary gave us his certificate and we saw that the previous owners had called him “Benson”! They had turned in Benson in because he was the Don Juan of the neighborhood and had impregnated nearly every female dog he met and apparently he had descendants everywhere and they complained that they couldn’t restrain him and apparently they gave up on him.
When lover-boy came home he was unconscious and when he woke up he looked around at his new surroundings and we could tell he didn’t know what was going on. That’s normal for a new pet and Bensito eventually came around and I got so used to having him in my life. Our lives together just got better and better over the years. It continued through all the days, all the nights, the holidays, the lonely days, the days of sadness and the days of joy.
Bensito was always a cheerful spirit, he always got along with strangers as we traveled back and forth to Guanacaste together. He was known as a special member of my family and I can say it has been a beautiful relationship which has taught me spiritual solidarity and selfless love.
Our lives together took many twists and turns over the years, the biggest being when we lost our house due to a hurricane. The house was declared uninhabitable and we were forced to move to a small house where we lived for many years.
Following that experience we moved into a bigger house where we lived for more then 6 years. The conditions were more favorable for all of us coupled with good health and the company and vitality of Bensito. We enjoyed our walks together and visits to various friends and family’s homes. Everyone loved seeing Bensito run up to greet them wherever we arrived, whether it was someone’s house or a neighborhood store. The carneceria would give me some dog bones for Bensito when we would visit and Bensito would thank him with lots of kisses and licks.
I can attribute part of my good health to all the walks we went on together. Bensito was never one to sit at home so I was forced to go walking whether I wanted to or not. Sometimes I didn’t feel like itand it was sheer torture but I always felt good when we got home. Bensito always loved his walks and he has taught me to love them as well.
This year Bensito’s health took a terrible turn and I could see for the first time in our lives together that I may not have his company much longer. The thought of this terrified me, he was such a constant in my life that I didn’t know how I would act or what I would do without him at my side. The veterinarian gave me the devastating news in February: Bensito was full of cancer and his days were numbered. I can’t remember being so depressed in my life, I’ve lost people I’ve loved before but this one was hard. I think it was because he was such a constant in my life, he was always there at my side.
Bensito died in my arms on April 15th, 2015, nearly 17 years to the day we took that U-turn that changed my life. My heart is broken as I find I have a huge hole in my life. I have to remember all the good times that Bensito and I had together and try to be strong because he wouldn’t want it any other way.
I will always miss my little boy and I want to thank the Refugio for bringing such great joy to my life. Bensito was the best little friend anybody could ask for and for that I am so lucky. If it wasn’t for the Refugio doing all their great work my life would have clearly been different.
DEAR REFUGIO, THANK YOU FOR MY BENSITO AND FOR ALL THE JOY YOU BROUGHT TO MY LIFE!
Sincerely, Marcia Sanchez Cordero