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The Dog

March 19, 2016

The Dog

I love that dog. I miss my aristocratic dog. He understood me; he did not judge or criticize. The last time we walked together was over 8 years ago. We had many walks in the best neighborhoods of the city. My dog was familiar with all of them. I miss his eyes and the light in them when he looked at me. I can still see his smile. I want him back. He’s dead.

 

 

 

 

 

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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.

 

 

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.

Broke

December 20, 2011

Broke

I know. I understand perfectly. I know you didn’t mean to do it. It was not your intention to vanish. Your loyalty and gratitude were most touching. I enjoyed your company as much as you enjoyed mine. You were gone—you had to leave—and  there was nothing to be done about it. It was out of our control, yours and mine.We were merely living beings.  It could not be denied. My heart broke. I couldn’t find you where I was. I was told I would have to wait a long time to see you again. We will embrace and be together again. The wait period is incredibly onerous.

You, 3 Years

December 15, 2011

You, 3 Years How can I believe that you have been gone from me for so long? 3 years are more than an eternity, dear little one. 3 years are weeks and months of not being able to forget you—of not being able to forgive myself. I left you behind not knowing that you were going to die without me being near you. I remember the long, very long, walks we took together all over our neighborhood and the surrounding area. You knew the best places. I thought you had been born in a mansion and that somehow you had wound up on the street, just another stray dog. That night that we went for a walk at 10. It started to rain and we had to seek refuge under the awning of a furniture store. We stayed until the rain stopped. You smiled at me with your trusting eyes and I smiled back. We were soul mates.

You Stood

November 8, 2011

You stood there, on the sidewalk, a small little blond animal. You can up to me and I petted you. Hello, doggie, I said. You looked like you had just smiled. I crossed the street to go to the supermarket. You followed me. When I came out about half an hour later, you were still there. Come on. We crossed the street togethe and I led you up to where I lived. our time was so brief–6 weks. in that time, you were my soulmate. You knew what I liked without my telling you. You and I were like. I miss you and when I die, I want to see you in Heaven.

Together Again

June 8, 2011

Together Again

It is a beautiful summer day. We are walking, you and I. We see the beautiful homes to our right and left and we cannot help but admire them. I say things to you like, Wouldn’t you like to live there? I know you would and so would I. We are lucky that we have the same tastes.  You cannot talk, and you look up at me with your brown eyes. They are shining. I bend down and pet you. I can tell that you are a little tired so we find a place to rest. You lead me somewhere that has protection for both of us. It is under a thick tree near someone’s garden. We sit and we smile at each other.

Pet love

January 4, 2011

Pet Love

Pets have given me a lot. Sometimes I have received more love from them than from human beings. Rubio, my German Shepherd, was the kind of dog who would give his life for me, his owner. It was built in in him. He loved me and I loved him. When he died, I was devastated. He had a good and trusting heart. Rubio is still with me in spirit. He always will be near me no matter what. Lauchita, my cat, is a stray I found by a hospital. She likes to play with the black shoelace that I dangle before her eyes. She sleeps with her little face next to mine. When I wake up, I tell myself how lucky I am to have her. I have had other pets, like my aristocratic and tragic Chiquito. I knew him for only 6 weeks. He brought beautiful things to my life. Chiquito was a soul mate and a dear friend.

Chiquito

December 15, 2010

 I knew you for only 6 short weeks. It was brief—too brief. I will never forget you, my little aristocratic dog. I could be myself with you. I could trust you. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of our long walks together. You were a quiet little dog. All you wanted was love and a place to rest. May you Rest in Peace!