dear frodo

This time I'm going to write about my best friend and brother Frodo. How you see, he is a dog, oh well! he was. He died the last April 18 suffering a cancer, generated by lupus, a disease that attack the immune system. He is (or was) a collie like fictional character on TV show 

Lassie. He was 11. At home we love so much. It's unbelievable when we create some links with 

pets as one more relative in family. When he came to home, he was a little fuzzy ball. My mother 

must chose between him and a little female. The first nights with Frodo, he slept at toilet, in a box 

and newspapers to piss. While he was growing up, we had good times together. Sometimes, my

family and me had trips to countryside. In that places, he was the most happy being walking the 

world. How I miss'im. Occasionally, I imagine Frodo running around the house like he did. Sometimes

I feel he is walking beside me going the city. My dear friend, everywhere you stay, I hope you are

happy and quiet, getting around some place far far away from here, far from this corrupt world. Just

be careful. Peace.