My Pet

It is not my pet, but my grandfather's, but in the end it belongs to the whole family. The Luna came to my grandparents' house 13 years ago, it was a round white ball, that's why my older cousin gave him a moon. She arrived by means of a person to whom my grandfather was selling milk and she offered her for adoption to our lunita.

The Luna is a dwarf poodle, white and very affectionate, but with strangers it is uncouth, it always barks at them. In some cases it does not even let them get close to their gifts. His gifts are: my sister, a cousin Carlos, my cousin Ariel and my grandfather. Ariel is his favorite, but when he went to work on Easter Island, my grandfather occupied that place. With my grandfather it was everything, it was his companion until the last day of my grandfather with life. When the moon died, he put himself under the coffin and did not stop crying. It was a year with depression, and to calm her I slept with her so she would not cry, it broke my heart to hear her.

The Luna is the symbol of my family, it is everything, we love and love it. When she leaves, I'll cry a lot because she's the best.