When i was a little child, i gift a dog. This dog was a small and fat, he took walk, was a very little.
The family it's call Homero, like homero simpson or homero writter the "la iliada". The dog was a very crazy just that homero simpson.
When homero grow up was a great dog: inteligent, obedient and affectionate. Although very chaotic, energetic. When one people arrive in the house, the dog jump up.
Homero didn't like a my mom, i didn't why if has very pretty dog.
One day the dog find a burglar, and homero bit the bottom. The burglar leave running from my house.
When i cry in my room homero came to lick the tears the my face. Was a very wonderfull dog. He understand my feeling and take care of someone.
But one day homero didn't respond the call, because didn't lisening and didn`t see for one year. Every day the dog was worse. The dog is sick, very sick.
Didn't reconoced and sometimes was bad dreams.
In the 25th dicember, 2008 he deat, whit 8 years old. He didn't lived very much, but live very happy.
I love very much my dog.
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=( Mariela . your history is very beutifull. i love dogs! and i am sure he was a great dog :) he is with you in the spirit :)
ReplyDelete:( marii... you´re history is so sad... I remember in all your story to my dog, Rufo. He´s alive, but he is too my first dog... i dont know what i do if something was happended to him.
ReplyDeleteI love you mari <3
I understand you completely. When Rolly died (he was 8 years old too), was a really bad day, and with him also died an important part of my life.
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