There was a dog like Rubio on Madison and East 39th. He had a fluffy up in the air tail, just like Rubio’s. When I look at pictures I took of Rubio years ago (like 2000/2001) it seems that he’s about to step out of the picture and be with me again.
Archive for the ‘Rubio’ Category
Reminders of Rubio
May 19, 2009Lauchita’s Birthday
April 4, 2009Saturday, April 4, 2009: March 29th marked Lauchita’s birthday. I really don’t know when she was born, but she came to live with Rubio and me on Thursday, March 29th, 2006. As far as I am concerned, March 29th is her real birthday. Lauchita has been a treasure. She sleeps with me and gives me everything a pet owner could possibly hope for. Now that Rubio and Chiquito are in Doggie Heaven, Lauchita is It for me. The best cat ever.
My Dogs
February 11, 2009A dream about Rubio and Chiquito. They were both alive and living together with me. Rubio and Chiquito were lying on the floor side by side. I took Chiquito for a walk and as we were going down in the elevator a nasty man started to say nasty things to Chiquito and me. I don’t remember what those things were but I do remember how I felt—very much like when Rubio was really alive and the neighbors in the building used to be mean to him for no reason at all.
Rubio
January 9, 2009Friday, January 9, 2009: You left me 2 years ago today. I miss you and always will. You were an irreplacable friend and companion. May you Rest in Peace.
Two Years Ago
January 8, 2009Friday, January 9, 2009: Rubio, You were taken from me 2 years ago. It was Tuesday, January 9, 2007. I still miss you. I always will. Tia
War of Nerves
December 12, 2008Friday, December 12, 2008: So far, it’s been hectic, frantic and stomach churning–in other words, a war of nerves. Chiquito is ill, with probably the same problem that Rubio had and I’m not there. I’m here. Constipation in a dog can be a very bad thing. It can actually kill him. The vet will see him tonight, but it’s not enough. It’s not nearly enough.
I hate what this is doing to me. I love my dog, and the tension and the suspense have become a little to much. I just feel alone–the usual feeling.
My Rubio
December 1, 2008Monday, December 1, 2008: Next month it will be 2 years since Rubio died. I still cannot believe it. He was an exceptional dog with a tragic life. Rubio’s heart was a big one. I never doubted his loyalty and protectiveness towards me.
The Obama Pooch
November 8, 2008Saturday, November 8, 2008: I hope the Obamas get a shelter dog. They make great pets and they would be saving a life. If Mr. Obama’s little girl has allergies, a shelter dog can be tested by a responsible vet and maybe be given some sort of medicine. A dog like my late Rubio would be great. He was a German Shepherd and very protective of me. Rubio would have gladly given his life for his owner and friend. He liked to play, too.
Rubio
October 19, 2008Sunday, October 19, 2008: Since reading Dewey, I have been more and more aware of my dog Rubio’s ordeal. How Rubio must have suffered when he was ill! How he must have stopped himself from yelling and screaming out in pain! Our neighbors’ attitude did not help. He was my friend and my protector.
Pictures of a Dead Dog
September 15, 2008Monday, September 15, 2008: I am having old pictures of my dog Rubio printed out. The pictures are from 2004. I cannot get enough of them. Rubio was a great dog, a wonderful protector and he had a hard life that he didn’t deserve.
