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En algún lugar del mundo, en un callejón húmedo y apestoso, se encontraba un pequeño cachorro que apenas podía mantener sus ojos abiertos, incapaz de acostumbrarse a la luz, sabiendo solo llorar por comida que llegaba a su boca gracias a su madre. La suerte lo abandono un día, cuando su madre no volvió y sus hermanos empezaron a irse uno a uno, dejando solo al cachorro que aún no podía abrir los ojos en su totalidad.

Paso los siguientes días llorando, esperando que alguien le diera comida en su boca como lo hacía su madre, pero nadie llegaba. Como todo gran perro, se abrió camino para conseguir algo de comida, sus ojos se abrieron totalmente, ya no se tropezaba al caminar con sus patas, era rápido para correr y su mandíbula se hizo fuerte para robar, solo así podía sobrevivir el cachorro en su soledad.

Un día no tuvo tanta suerte con sus pequeñas patas, fue atrapado por unos hombres que lo encerraron en una jaula, sintiendo frío y temor, preguntándose si así era la vida de los perros, no valía la pena serlo. Pasaron días, viendo a otros como él encerrados, siendo llevados algunos, teniendo el miedo de que se lo llevaran a él también para hacerle algo, pero una mujer, de grandes caderas y gran corazón, lo vio atemorizado en un rincón de su jaula, mirando esos ojos sin esperanza que ella tanto deseaba sanar, decidiendo llamarlo Monichi.

Al llegar al hogar de la mujer de grandes caderas, el pequeño cachorro fue liberado, dejándolo capaz de explorar y de conocer a su nuevo hermano, un gato enorme, de color marrón con manchas blancas, se decía en las calles que solo las gatas tenían tres colores de pelaje, así que al verlo supo que era un macho.

Somewhere in the world, in a dank and stinky alley, was a little puppy who could barely keep his eyes open, unable to get used to the light, knowing only to cry for food that came into his mouth thanks to his mother. Luck abandoned him one day, when his mother did not return and his brothers began to leave one by one, leaving only the puppy who still could not fully open his eyes.

He spent the next few days crying, waiting for someone to feed him food in his mouth like his mother did, but no one came. Like all great dogs, he made his way to get some food, his eyes were fully opened, he no longer tripped when walking with his legs, he was quick to run and his jaw became strong to steal, only then could the puppy survive in his loneliness.

One day he was not so lucky with his little paws, he was caught by some men who locked him in a cage, feeling cold and fear, wondering if this was the life of dogs, it was not worth being. Days passed, seeing others like him locked up, some being taken, fearing that they would take him too to do something to him, but a woman with big hips and a big heart saw him frightened in a corner of his cage, looking at those hopeless eyes that she so wanted to heal, deciding to call him Monichi.

Arriving at the home of the woman with big hips, the little puppy was released, leaving him able to explore and meet his new brother, a huge cat, brown with white spots, it was said on the streets that only female cats had three colors of fur, so when he saw it he knew it was a male.