Hello! Well my story is really sad. I had a little doggy call Rambito jajajjaj… yes yes I know it’s not a very original or appropriate name for a dog, it makes to think in a killer dog or something like that, but the truth is that was an adorable and inoffensive little dog. He doesn’t even was of race, but to my eyes it was the most lovely stray dog ever.
When he came to my house it was a little ball of fur that walks all over the place and mess everything. By then, me and my brothers were still little children and played whit him all the time. We teach to him all kind of trucks, to run over the ball, to catch old cloth from impossible places and stuffs like that. He always had energy to play whit us.
One time he made me spend a huge scare. This doggy doesn’t know how to walk on the street; he was too crazy and wild. In one of his frenetic runs he was crushed by a car, He lived! Don’t worry, but he was seriously injured and I had to care him for a long time.
After all of that, I remember that I go out for a walk with him whenever I could. But as I was growing up, I was forgotten the little dog every time even more to the point that sometimes in the last time the poor doggy was so lonely in the backyard just waiting for a visit from us.
The thing is that my little doggy was getting old and we don’t even note this. He walks more difficultly with the pas of time until he just stop walk at all and just lie down all day and we had to feed him and gave him water.
To finish quickly, we had to put to sleep my doggy for medical reasons and it was really really sad for all my family.