Yesterday my dog went to the dogs' sky (as my niece says). Although he was ill, I did not expect it. This dog was raised from a puppy about 12 or 13 years ago. I can tell you that this dog caused terror to strangers and visitors because of its appearance and because it really was prepared to attack any stranger who came into our home (was raised to protect the house), however, most did not imagine how sweet and affectionate he could be with his owners, as he greeted us with joy by wagging his tail and as he sought to always obtain a caress on his forehead. What can I say? I'm going to miss him a lot. Although it is not the first time I lose a pet, it still hurts. I think a person can never get used to the loss of these animals that make our lives happy.
Rocky eating an arepa
Farewell, Rocky!