En la vida "hay amores que no se olvidan" como dice Gloria Stefan en una de sus canciones, cuan certeras son esas palabras, pero el amor no se transmite solo a las personas, también amamos entrañablemente a los animales, en este caso hablaré del amor que le tuve a una perra Basset hound que nos robo el corazón a todos los miembros de la familia.
Su nombre era Cindy, tal cual como el nombre era tan dulce que llegaba a empalagar, cuando reclamaba cariño te lo hacia saber pasándote la cabeza por las piernas o dándote coletazos.
Le encantaba dormir acompañada siempre buscaba algún cuarto a donde meterse para dormir, pero no en el suelo que va lo de ella era dormir en la cama y se explayaba de tal manera que te podía sacar de la cama.
Pero si no conseguía donde dormir, se acomodaba en el sofá así de sencillo o en el sofácama donde la familia nos sentábamos para ver televisión, lo de ella era definitivamente estar cómoda para descansar, cosa que hacia todo el día por cierto.
En las noches si escuchaba algún gato maullar en el techo le daba por ladrar como si con esos ladridos ahuyentaría a los mininos de allí, pero además de ladrarles la perra corría por la casa hasta sentíamos como derrapaba por el piso y eso ocurría por lo general después de las doce de la noche, claro esta eso nos ponía los pelos de punta ya que nos desvelábamos por la obstinación de Cindy de corretear a los gatos que estaban en el tejado.
A veces se escapaba y los vecinos nos advertían hacia donde se había dirigido, pero no quería regresar caminando, en ocasiones se tenía que levantar en brazos porque simplemente no se quería mover, si se sacaba a pasear se ponía tiesa imposible de mover, en cambio le encantaba pasear en carro.
En los días que le tocaba ser acicalada y justo cuando estábamos a punto de llegar a la veterinaria donde la bañaría comenzaba a llorar, y no quería andar.
Cuando estuve en rehabilitación por la operación de una rodilla, al llegar a casa tenia que sentarme porque Cindy se balanceaba hacia mí sin piedad alguna y yo con temor de que derribara aquella perra que levantarse era casi de mi tamaño, solo para decirme que ella estaba feliz de verme llegar de nuevo.
Fue una perra muy consentida por todos en especial de su dueño mi sobrino que la cuidaba con esmero hasta los últimos días de su vida, que llego cuando tenía diez años, se tomo la decisión de mandarla a dormir ya que tenía un tumor cancerígeno a nivel del cuello, se iba deteriorando de a poco, era desbastador verla así, pero su energía seguía intacta, el veterinario se quedaba asombrado cada vez que la venía examinar.
A pesar de sus travesuras interminables, de su terquedad característica de su raza nunca la podré olvidar, el amor sigue intacto como entonces.
English
In life "there are loves that are not forgotten" as Gloria Stefan says in one of her songs, how true are those words, but love is not only transmitted to people, we also love animals dearly, in this case I will talk about the love I had for a dog Basset hound that stole the hearts of all the members of the family.
Her name was Cindy, just like her name, she was so sweet that it was cloying, when she claimed affection she would let you know it by putting her head through your legs or giving you pigtails.
She loved to sleep in company, she was always looking for a room where she could get into to sleep, but not on the floor, which was her way of sleeping on the bed, and she was so expansive that she could get you out of bed.
But if she couldn't find a place to sleep, she would settle on the sofa or on the sofa bed where the family would sit to watch TV, her thing was definitely to be comfortable to rest, which she did all day long by the way.
At night if she heard a cat meowing on the roof she would bark as if with that barking she would scare the cats away from there, but besides barking the dog would run around the house and we even felt her skidding on the floor and that usually happened after midnight, of course that made our hair stand on end because we would stay awake because of Cindy's obstinacy to run around the cats that were on the roof.
Sometimes she would run away and the neighbors would warn us where she had gone, but she didn't want to walk back, sometimes she would have to be lifted in our arms because she simply didn't want to move, if she was taken for a walk she would become stiff and impossible to move, instead she loved to go for a ride in the car.
On the days when it was her turn to be groomed and just when we were about to arrive at the vet's office where she would be bathed, she started to cry and did not want to walk.
When I was in rehab for knee surgery, when I got home I had to sit down because Cindy would swing at me mercilessly and I was afraid she would knock that bitch down, who was almost my size to get up, just to tell me she was happy to see me come home again.
She was a very spoiled dog by everyone, especially by her owner, my nephew, who took care of her with care until the last days of her life, when she was ten years old, the decision was made to send her to sleep because she had a cancerous tumor in her neck, she was deteriorating little by little, it was devastating to see her like that, but her energy was still intact, the vet was amazed every time he came to examine her.
Despite her endless mischief, her stubbornness characteristic of her race, I will never forget her, the love is still intact as it was then.
