I met Perlita in 2013, she was a
mongrel brown dog. She went to my passageway to live with a family before that
year, but they went away and leaved her alone, abandoned on the street.
When I saw her, I loved her face, her brave personality, her tenderness and the
way she looked me. We made very good friends. I taked care of her, I paid her
spay and I follow love her for three years. She never lived with me, because
the house of my parents is very little and is an apartmen; and she was so big, like a labrador retriever, but mongrel. I made a dog house for her, and
me and my family take care with food, her pills and her annual injections.
Everybody on the street loved her, because she looked after the houses of
thiefs and she was very likable dog with the people get closed to her with good
intentions. She has a good sense of smell with the bad guys too, for this reason she has problems with few people had sold drugs in my passageway. Perlita has murdered by a human with poison, I don't know who did this horrible action.
I remember her everyday, I still love her.
She had a free soul, she is my best doggy friend in the world.
