1001 Peruvian Nights
May 12th 2007 The day I arrived into Peru was the same day my cat died. I had been told a few days previous that she was believed to have cancer. After further tests she was found to have a tumor the size of a tennis ball in her abdomen and as such was put down. Back in Peru, Katie and I had just arrived in the surfer town of Mancora when we got the news. We walked to the beach to say a goodbye to Wacky, now m
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