Posts Tagged ‘Chiquito’

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.”
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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

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.