Mi perruca Selva

La llamabamos Selva.Era un canino hembra sin ningún tipo de raza definida, habitó en mi vivienda. Formaba parte de la familia. Todavía recuerdo sus ladridos pidiendo salir al porche para hacer sus necesidades. Sus ojos brillaban con luceros en la noche. En el Parque cuando la nieve posaba los copos en el suelo, se volvia loca de contenta. Pequeños y grandes nos disfrutabamos con ella. Un buen día al regresar yo con mi familia en uno de nuestros viajes, la encontramos tumbada en su cestilla de mimbre con los ojos lángidos. Aquellos luceros perdían su color. Se fué alla donde vamos todos cuando morimos. We called her Selva. She was a female canine without any defined breed, she lived in my home. He was part of the family. I still remember his barking asking to go out on the porch to relieve himself. His eyes shone brightly in the night. In the Park when the snow settled the flakes on the ground, she went crazy with happiness. Small and large we enjoyed with her. One fine day when I returned with my family from one of our trips, we found her lying in her wicker basket with languid eyes. Those stars lost their color. He went where we all go when we die.