My Life in Argentina and Beyond

Friday, November 30, 2007: Last night I went to see my former dog Leo. He did not recognize me. The guy looked past me as if he had never seen me before. Leo slept on my bed, was jealous of my little girl cat, but now I was history. And this reminded me of my dog Rubio--the unforgettable erman Shepherd. He missed me very much when I had to leave him in the care of others. The last family he stayed with was different. He fell in love with them and when they dumped him, Rubio would drag me back to their house. He would smell the car, the car tires, the front door, the garage. It was very, very heartbreaking for both of us.

Maybe dogs don´t have the memory that some of us humans do. We have them in our hearts, in our souls and when they have to go and live elsewhere, we suffer.