I had to say goodbye to Mookie (aka Cousin Donkey) when I left Puerto Rico in March of 2019. I adopted him out to a nice family in Puerto Rico.
When I landed in Miami and assessed my living situation, I realized there was no difference between me having three small dogs in the apartment or four dogs. Upon that realization, I went into a severe depression knowing I could’ve kept him and now will never see him again.
Two months later in May of 2019, the family who adopted Mookie asked me if I could take him back. I almost fell off my chair at work. It was one of the greatest days of my life. It was like a death had been reversed. Mookie and I had a lot of history by this point. He’s part of Wolfpack 8 that I always speak about. We were Wolfpack lost in Puerto Rico. Mookie was the 7th dog of the pack. Polar Bear was number 8.
During the last few months in Puerto Rico, we lived on the floor in a house with no power and no furniture. Despite the challenges I was faced with towards the end in Puerto Rico, I held the line for Wolfpack 8. – I made a covenant with myself: “Either I was keeping them off the streets, or we would be in the streets together.”
And that’s my history with Mookie. On the left is me and Mookie living on the floor before I left Puerto Rico in March of 2019. You can see Mookie on the right in Miami just last week in October of 2021.
Please Drive With Compassion. There are stray aniamls in the street.