is Friday, February 5, 2010. Today I lost the best friend I ever had on many occasions. Saturday afternoons when my father took me to the park to learn to ride a bike. Lucas was with us, pulling the strap desperate and panting, because for them the words "belt" and "park" were synonymous with many square feet to stretch the legs with similar run around. We returned tired, sweaty and sunny.
remember the day he came home with a clarity that scares me. The year was 1994, one night past the final seasons of the year. Maurice was in the scalesLERAS, with electric guitar and amp powered by touching quiénsabequécosa, while Pepe looked nothing lying in a large chair in the room, and I, from the couch with my pillow to individual ma s style "Linus and his blanket," seeing what they did both. Mauricio bell rang and went to answer. I called and went to the door Ela. The lights were out and only saw a shadow. A huge man who had approached the door hands gathered in the chest. When the light hit him in a little something I could only see white and hairy. Ears while he movedLord told me that the puppy was for me, her puppy dog, Reina, who was lost and my parents kept it until the appearance of ads with your picture reward. This reward came a few months later, with a few weeks old and so small it fits easily enl the shirt pocket of my dad.
I received on my pillow, amazed at the size of the animal. So small and alive.
My parents took days to name. Neither knew who did it or why. The first Christmas was somewhat singular. My brothers came up with & oacute; cider give the dog would have less than a year. It is somewhat obvious what happened next.
My mom is famous for being a strict parent. Let's say your methods, but for a somewhat medieval, were effective for four, including Lucas, but was better behaved than the other human students. All he needed was to ask for things with a "please."
were nearly 16 years, but many, all well experienced. My dad used to say that Lucas had the largest kennel Guadalajara. Sure, it was not all joy. The latter also Sat & Pooch; Iacute; to bite ...
But every time someone came to the house, stood as a spring from which he was lying down and barking coming to stun. Some mornings when my mom would not yell that he got up, threw the dog my bed, which was headed straight for my face to lick the first thing I found, was walking through my head and was going to give my stomach, looking the way to the hole that made my legs forming a kind of hammock. After throwing himself felt the small lump there and it became almost impossible to move. Then my mom came to wake up at two, seeing his attempt to makeI got up early useless.
was always in good health despite being born with a heart murmur, coupled with the blows to end suicide was once (and peeking from just above the stairs and falling the two sections in freefall and double bounce between the steps and floor without being with no broken bones). It was these last two weeks that began to fade, until it was enough.
was not a pet. Lucas was a member of the family. A dog with cat complex. The grumpy toy that everyone wanted to pet and that 90%biting them to invade your personal sphere. As a whole López Reyes. XD
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Your mission territories, a task in which you become an expert, leaving bags and furniture smelling your way along with a garden sacándote angry mother screaming, had to end. But you did it successfully, we set and we all yours until the last day of your life.
See you again, Lucho. = D
