The three of them moved back to the States a few years ago, but to this day, whenever the perro - who is generally oblivious to the sights and sounds around him - walks past their old house, he turns and walks to the door and waits for us to knock on it, and for his old pal to come barking and scratching at the door when we do. We tug him gently and pull him on his way, and he always looks back once or twice as he goes. We don't imagine the sad news of this weekend will change that.
|Querétaro, December 9, 2006|
Vaya con Dios, amigo.