My Life in Argentina and Beyond

Thursday, November 12, 2009: Just before I close my eyes at inght, I think of him once more. I see Chiquito as he was when I met him and the blocks that we used to walk stretch out before me. Then I ask him to forgive me. I should have brought him over here to the U.S. almost 2 years ago

Saturday, August 8, 2009: Of all the unfortunate experiences I have had this time back in the U.S., the unexpected death of my dog in Argentina is the one that I regret the most. That is the one thing that makes me sadder than all the rest. Chiquito was a stray that I adopted shortly before my trip over here. I wish I had been able to bring him with me (I had his doggie passport and everything). The reception we would have received (Chiquito, Lauchita and me) would not have been good. Nevertheless, it would have been better to get him on the plane. If anybody was my soul mate, that dog was.

Friday, March 9, 2009: Sometimes I feel guilty because I have to deal with the neighbor in Argentina who may have neglected Chiquito when I left her to take care of him. And I wonder if he, up there in Doggie Heaven, resents it. I know that maybe dogs are not supposed to have souls, but I feel that they have souls and feelings. It is necessary for the time being to keep up some sort of relationship with this woman. There is no one else and there are things over in Argentina that need to be done.

Monday, February 9, 2009: Chiquito is still alive and we are walking down the streets of Vicente Lopez again. I remember him always. I cannot help but think about my aristocratic dog and how he changed my life.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008: I will never forget Chiquito's eyes when they looked up at me. I will never forget his tight little body walking fast to get me to the best neighborhoods. He was a great companion and a great dog.

Monday, December 15, 2008: My dog Chiquito is gone. He could not be saved. Chiquito had anemia and he couldn't walk. He stopped walking Thursday night. I miss him and our walks, those long aristocratic walks we both loved so well.