LOBO our dog.
My kids hug him, and receive kisses from him all the time, when everyone else “shoo’s” him away. He is huge, stinky and a flea bag.
From the moment we arrived, Lobo followed us everywhere. J took us on a tour of the town, and Lobo came with. Every time I took the kids to “El Campo”, he came with. Every time we went to local businesses for groceries, he came with. Every time we went to “El Jardin” he came with. If I went alone he came with, if they went alone, he would go with.
Our dog Lobo went to Doggie Heaven.
He wasn’t actually ours, but belonged to Tia Rafa across the street. A long time ago Lobo went missing. Apparently he had jumped out of the truck on the way home from the mountains. After a long time, in Zalcoalco, a town 30 minutes away, the family saw a dog that had been burned but was very excited to see them. Lobo rode back home that day 7 years ago, with J.
We never had the heart to make him go home when we went to “El Jardin”, even if he was always run off by other people, because he was a menace there. He would take food from little kids and looked for attention from people who didn’t want to get their hands dirty. We didn’t have the heart to send him home…. Until this day.
It’s sad really, our last memory of him we were not very nice. He was a great companion.
The way he left us is really gruesome. I tried keeping it from Elaina. Apparently, they told everyone, even small children. She started talking about it yesterday.
WARNING: Stop reading NOW if you don’t care to know the details!
Elaina said “Lobo”
Put her hand to her neck and ran it across.
Then closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.
A day ago I heard a seven year old say she went to go see all the blood. I also heard a child younger than Elaina mention it.
J had to work, but when he got home he asked where he was he wanted to bury him. Unfortunately, they had paid the trash people to take the head away. The rest of him was taken with the train.
DOD: Tuesday July, 23, 2013