Post Nº3*

When I was a child, in my fifth birthday, I get a pet like a gift from my brother. I remember when I looked the first time, I didn't sure what it was. It had three legs, an unusual tail, and its fur was a little strange.

I remember the first year’s whit him. we played around the house all day, it follows me whit difficulty. In the evenings, we take a nap in the courtyard until night.

Past the years, I didn't understand why it was like that. but anyway, I love it and enjoyed his company.

One day I asked to my brother what kind of animal was my pet, He said "is a dog", but I said "the dog have four legs, not three. My brother said "this is a special dog, I take it from the street, it suffers abuses of old proprietor. In that moment I understood the situation of my dog.

For many years was my company, but it was sick, and in the last years it just-only remained lying down next to the sofa when I sat.

Sadly, years ago, my dog dead because of it sick. 

I loved that dog because despite everything that had happened, he always looked happy, and always accompanied me.