When I was 11 years old I had a little dog that I called “Boni '' and one day during summer she started to get sick and she didn’t eat and drink water for any reason.
Days passed and my dog still didn’t look good, I started to worry but there wasn't anything that I could do, so I went with my grandfather and I told him what was happening with my little boni. He tried to cure her but he couldn’t and my dog died. I still remember the smell of pine that was in that summer. I still remember the hot breeze of that summer.
I buried my dog because she was like my sister although she wasn’t a human, I’m still blue for my dog. Before all this happen my dog was beautiful like a teddy bear so fluffy, and her hair color look like a roasted hazelnuts because I really take care of her after finding her it abandoned on the banks of the river that passed by my house, when I find she was so skinny and was full of fleas.
I took it to my home and my grandfather helped me to bathe her and put medicine for the fleas and then I fed her. Months passed and my dog was so beautiful, her eyes were so shiny like glitter, and one afternoon she get sick and cannot eat or drink anything unfortunately she died, my grandfather said that my dog died because she was changing her teeth and when that happen, there are some dogs that cannot bear the pain and that’s why they cannot eat anything and they end up dying. Although that happened 6 years ago I’m still blue.
That’s how my bad luck started because after all this happened I got another dog again and this time I got ready with the medicine when he started to change his teeth.
My dog's hair was so shiny like oil when the sun lit it up how his color was black he looked more shiny in the sun.
Everything went fine with my dog's growth but when he turned one year old he died my “Solito” died! But this time it was my fault because I left the door open and he went to the street and a motorcycle killed him.
The reason why I called my dog “Solito” was because when he was born the 5 dogs that were left alive were unique because his mother died and all the other 4 baby dogs died with her. After "Solito" died I never raised another dog because I felt like they would die again and this really hurts me because I really like the dogs but it’s better not have another dog again. I always asked why all this happened to me but I still can find an answer and that's why I think it's bad luck.
I structure my story with all my memories from my first dog that I had and I get inspired by the memories that I always have about my dogs. I would like to tell all the people that will have a pet for the first time, especially with the dogs they have to be properly cared for especially when they still don’t change their teeth.