My Life in Argentina and Beyond - pet_comfort

Dogs

noreply@blogspirit.com (Eugenia) — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 19:51:38 +0100

I miss my dogs. I miss Rubio—Rubio, the star German Shepherd, the loyal companion par excellence. Rubio was a dog that should have lived forever. Leo was the dog I had to give up for his own good. Leo was my protector but we had terrible neighbors and they made life very difficult for us. Chiquito—the Pekingese with the soul of an aristocrat. Chiquito, who was a connoisseur of what was beautiful and expensive. Then there was Otranto, my friend Nadia’s older dog. He and I understood each other with just one look. I didn’t even have to say a word—he knew. Niebla, Otranto’s half brother, was such a finicky eater that caviar would not have been good enough for him. They are gone now and I will not forget them. Each brought something to my life that was unique and not to be repeated again.

Leo Now

noreply@blogspirit.com (Eugenia) — Wed, 08 Apr 2009 20:31:06 +0200

, April 8, 2009: In a way I am glad to learn that Leo, my ex dog is happy and completely socialized. He has a large human family and plays with the new owner's kids and nephews and nieces. But I am also sad because Leo will be another dog that I will always miss. I think about him often.He was very affectionate and protected me, but I had to give him up. Leo just didn't want to take his walks. Maybe I wasn't the right person for him--me, a single woman and very likely to remain so. One thing I have promised to myself is this: I will not give up another dog, ever. After Rubio, Leo and Chiquito, that is the last thing I would now to do. I don't think I'd want to go through that experience again.

Chiquito

noreply@blogspirit.com (Eugenia) — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 01:59:16 +0200

Tuesday, April 8, 2008: I haven't seen him in almost 4 months. When I go to bed at night I wonder if he is eating well. I ask myself myself if I did the right thing. Was it right for me to leave Chiquiyo behind? It's all the way in Argentina and Argentina is very far away. But bringing him here would not have been good. This house is too crowded and there too many animals living in it already. But I miss him.I feel a part of me is not here where it should be.

My Cat Helps

noreply@blogspirit.com (Eugenia) — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 02:31:12 +0100

Monday, March 3, 2008: I am going through a very difficult time right now. The only comfort I get comes from my cat. I hold her in my arms and she purrs. Lauchita is more than a person to me. I am not living alone, but I know I can depend on her and only her. There is no one else. My life is at another crossroads--one of the very many I have had. Everything feels very iffy, very topsy turvy right now. Having my cat with me is a gift.