Archive for the ‘Chiquito, my little Pekingnese’ Category

My Little One

September 25, 2016

My Little One

It has been years, almost eight. I left you behind, thinking you and I would be together one day again. I rescued you from the streets. Our walks were superb, long and hard, just the way you liked them. I had no way of knowing you would be gone. Your death far away will haunt me forever. Please forgive me.

 

 

 

 

 

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The Loss

March 22, 2016

The Loss

I feel it after all these years. How many years has it been already? 7—I have lived over 7 years without you. I never meant for it to happen. You were without me and I was without you during your final days. What possessed me to think that we’d be together again and that we’d walk streets similar to the ones you loved? Dear little one, we had the same feelings about things and nothing that anybody could ever say would have changed us. You and I liked the best, the finest. We loved the blocks with the green lawns in front and the trees and the well-kept gardens. We admired the homes of the better neighborhoods and when we walked by a particularly beautiful house, I could say to you: Don’t you wish we could live here? I talked to you as if you were a person. Your eyes answered me. We kept on walking.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Last Time

December 18, 2015

Last Time

It was hot day in December. The day had been very hot, even for summer. He and I went for a long walk, one of those walks he loved so well. He did not pull; we could walk side by side quite easily. I explained to him that he would be at home, with someone taking care of him. I had to make a trip, but I’d be back as soon as possible. He looked at me with his brown eyes; he almost nodded. We headed towards the river. The sun shone on us. I found a seat and we rested for a bit. “It is time to go home,” I told him. The elevator took us to the third floor. “I love you. I wish I didn’t have to go.”
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Soul Mate

August 17, 2015

Soul Mate

That’s the exact word: You were my soul mate. I could have no secrets from you. I looked at you and you knew what I wanted to say. You never judged. I never heard you tell me: No, you shouldn’t feel this way. It’s not socially acceptable. I felt free with you. When we walked during those brief evenings, you and I were in a Special kind of Heaven, a place nobody could touch. It was ours and ours alone. How I miss those nights! I would give anything to have you back with me, to look into your eyes and smile with joy and contentment.

Alike

December 17, 2013

Alike

We, you and I, were alike. You loved beautiful things and so did I. We met by accident. You smiled; your brown eyes trusted me. We were safe together. Others would have considered our outings hard and long, but for us they were ideal. They made us feel whole and new. I miss you so. There was no way for me to go back to our home. You would not be with me anymore. There would be no you to greet me when I opened the door. I loved the brief time we had. Rest well, my little one.

 

 

 

 

Miss

December 15, 2012

Miss

 

I miss him. He is not with me. We will never walk the streets of the best neighborhoods together. He will not look at me with his brown eyes, as if smiling. I made a mistake and if I could turn back the clock 5 years, I would. I left him behind at the last minute. I left him under someone’s care and then they told me that he had died. I will never forget my aristocratic dog, my little soul mate. May you Rest in Peace! I love you.

 

 

Little DogMy li…

September 13, 2012

Little Dog

My little aristocratic dog, I went by some beautiful mansions this afternoon and I thought of you. I remembered how we enjoyed our walks and how you showed me the best homes, the most elegant mansions in the surrounding neighborhoods. Today I am far away from where we lived, but your spirit was right beside me. I saw you leading me to the best of the best places. Your taste, as always, is exquisite. I looked down to the sidewalk and you were there with your bushy tail going to and fro. I miss you

With Me

June 1, 2012

With Me

I walk the streets of Brooklyn. I see beautiful brownstones, some have dark wood front doors, while others have small balconies on the second or third floor. There are small gardens and hibiscus trees in front. I think of you, my little Pekingese dog. I think of you and I see you from way up there in Doggie Heaven. How you must have enjoyed these walks with me. You would have appreciated the aristocratic elegance of these homes. We were soul mates. We still are. I miss you very much.

With Me

I walk the streets of Brooklyn. I see beautiful brownstones, some have dark wood front doors, while others have small balconies on the second or third floor. There are small gardens and hibiscus trees in front. I think of you, my little Pekingese dog. I think of you and I see you from way up there in Doggie Heaven. How you must have enjoyed these walks with me. You would have appreciated the aristocratic elegance of these homes. We were soul mates. We still are. I miss you very much.

With Me

I walk the streets of Brooklyn. I see beautiful brownstones, some have dark wood front doors, while others have small balconies on the second or third floor. There are small gardens and hibiscus trees in front. I think of you, my little Pekingese dog. I think of you and I see you from way up there in Doggie Heaven. How you must have enjoyed these walks with me. You would have appreciated the aristocratic elegance of these homes. We were soul mates. We still are. I miss you very much.

With Me

I walk the streets of Brooklyn. I see beautiful brownstones, some have dark wood front doors, while others have small balconies on the second or third floor. There are small gardens and hibiscus trees in front. I think of you, my little Pekingese dog. I think of you and I see you from way up there in Doggie Heaven. How you must have enjoyed these walks with me. You would have appreciated the aristocratic elegance of these homes. We were soul mates. We still are. I miss you very much.

With Me

I walk the streets of Brooklyn. I see beautiful brownstones, some have dark wood front doors, while others have small balconies on the second or third floor. There are small gardens and hibiscus trees in front. I think of you, my little Pekingese dog. I think of you and I see you from way up there in Doggie Heaven. How you must have enjoyed these walks with me. You would have appreciated the aristocratic elegance of these homes. We were soul mates. We still are. I miss you very much.

With Me

I walk the streets of Brooklyn. I see beautiful brownstones, some have dark wood front doors, while others have small balconies on the second or third floor. There are small gardens and hibiscus trees in front. I think of you, my little Pekingese dog. I think of you and I see you from way up there in Doggie Heaven. How you must have enjoyed these walks with me. You would have appreciated the aristocratic elegance of these homes. We were soul mates. We still are. I miss you very much.

With Me

May 24, 2012

With Me

I walk the streets of Brooklyn. I see beautiful brownstones, some have dark wood front doors, while others have small balconies on the second or third floor. There are small gardens and hibiscus trees in front. I think of you, my little Pekingese dog. I think of you and I see you from way up there in Doggie Heaven. How you must have enjoyed these walks with me. You would have appreciated the aristocratic elegance of these homes. We were soul mates. We still are. I miss you very much.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With Me

I walk the streets of Brooklyn. I see beautiful brownstones, some have dark wood front doors, while others have small balconies on the second or third floor. There are small gardens and hibiscus trees in front. I think of you, my little Pekingese dog. I think of you and I see you from way up there in Doggie Heaven. How you must have enjoyed these walks with me. You would have appreciated the aristocratic elegance of these homes. We were soul mates. We still are. I miss you very much.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My little One

January 24, 2012

 My little Pekingnese is dead and I will never forget him. I can never bring him back. I can never bring back the time—the 6 weeks—we had together. He was a well behaved stray dog. I gave him what I thought was a home. I left him in the care of someone and he was gone. It was unexpected. I miss him and I pray for him before I close my eyes at night. It is not enough. If I could have him back. But I can’t. He’s resting in Peace.