The Space Between

Iggy and me

It was early morning, too early for the birds even, but bright enough in our curtained bedroom that I could sense the day. My dog looked so peaceful as I came out of Iggythe bathroom, on his Costco rug, his head tucked under the dark of the bed frame. Yet something drew me to him. I lay down, not finding much comfort in the unforgiving floor. He glanced my way, then rolled to spoon next to me, and I could feel the chill leaving my body, his full stretched out length matching my own. After a few minutes he rolled on his back, leaning further into me with one long foreleg over my side. I could hear his breathing slow and feel his tail twitch to the imagined dreams he was having. I stroked his upturned belly, just like I did when he was 18 pounds to his now 85. I did not want to break this quiet reverie, this start to my day. I was glad for his unexpected response to my love for him, and felt the weight of my heart grow lighter.

In October 2012, I drove 6,800 kms with my artist husband, Ric Kokotovich (, and my dog Iggy, to spend 6 months in our adopted city of Merida. Leaving the fast paced world of Calgary behind, I packed my books, art and entrepreneurial spirit, and set off to explore what lay beyond the borders that had become my life. In October 2013 we hit the road south again, hoping to find out what ‘living the dream’ really means. This is my adventure.

2 comments on “Iggy and me

  1. That’s why there are so many therapy dogs I think! ‘Dorable photo!

  2. Awwwww…. Sweet Iggy!

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