My pet

I only had one single pet in my life: my dog called “Buck”. Buck was my pet since he was a little puppy, he was son of two doggies from my neighborhood. He born in September eigtheenth, so his birthdays always was a big celebration (mixed with the national holidays). It was a big golden dog, racially mixed between boxer (from the father), and German shepherd (from the mother). He had a  territorial nature, really violent with other dogs, but super cute with his family. Because of that (and another good reasons), we decided moving home to the countryside. In there, he only can barking to the birds and cows. We always had the best relationship because we only had each other. I don’t have any brother or sisters, and that’s why we have had fun walking at the beach, or watched TV in the kitchen.

Unfortunately, Buck had a lot of stomach problems since he was a puppy, mostly because he eat a lot of strange stuff. All the food that he had found, he eat it: rest of cakes that he found in the kitchen, the potatoes from the garden, insects, etc. That fixation decant in a big tumor in her stomach when he was twelve. He died the past year, before I can say goodbye to him, because of the university semester.  

I miss him a lot. Maybe my parents missed him even more, because he was his partner when I was away studying here in Santiago. I really appreciate having him as my friend, and I hope I can find a pet as loyal as him.