HAVANA TIMES — The Coronary Care Ward at Havana’s Calixto Garcia Hospital is not exactly a merry place, but it would be far more depressing if it wasn’t for La Niña.
La Niña is a cute little dog that squats on the ground floor of the hospital. She is always in a good mood, greeting everyone with affection, spreading love on her four, agile legs. She has won over everyone this way.
Fate, however, is woven out of paradoxes and irony. Though La Niña is a universal donor of happiness, she had more than enough reasons not to be happy herself: one of her teats was swelling uncontrollably and had grown to the point that she was almost dragging it across the ground.
I had seen the dog around. Some time ago, I’d gone by the hospital and seen her immense, hanging bag. I thought of doing something for her, but my daily problems made me forget about the matter.
A relative of mine ended up in the Coronary Care Ward and the dog took advantage of the situation to break my heart.
Taking care of a sick dog requires money, time and effort. Every time I walked by the hospital and saw La Niña I thought of doing something to help her as soon as my relative got better.
One morning, after a sleepless night, the calculating part of my brain experienced a short circuit and the hemisphere of blind impulses staged a coup. I put the dog on my shoulder and didn’t stop until I reached the veterinary clinic run by ANIPLANT, an NGO based at the intersection of Espada and Hospital streets, Centro Habana.
It was a relief to be told that it was not a cancerous tumor but a groin hernia that was entirely curable. A few days later, La Niña went into the operating room, escorted by one of her adoptive mothers at the hospital.
Edgar, the veterinary doctor, spends long hours seeing sick little animals and dealing with angst-ridden “relatives”, without this undermining his kind aura one bit. As he handed over the “bundle” (La Niña, still under the effects of the anesthesia) officially to me, he explained she was pregnant and the uterus had drifted into the hernia. Had we waited a few more days, the condition would have become far more complicated.
The danger is behind us and La Niña has been discharged and is back at the Coronary Care Ward, sparing no affection. Now, the main concern of those who look after her is Zoonosis, Cuba’s State dog pound (allegedly hunting down dogs as a sanitary measure, though some claim it is to feed the lions at the zoo).
I want to thank Nora and the other doctors at ANIPLANT very much for having worked unselfishly to see the operation through. I also want to thank the nurses and caretakers at the hospital who made the utensils used to heal her available. I thank destiny for allowing me to arrive at the right moment and the neighbor who took in the dog during her recovery.
I invite everyone to look after the animals around them. The reward – the joy of seeing them get better and simply to be of help to someone – will come in this life.