WOLF.It is a word that i enjoy.Many people believe im obssesed, and on others piont of view besides myself i am. But to me is not a simple obssesion, its a meaning, a simbol. When you loved something so much, you are afraid to let go, you try to get something just as close.Well this is the story of my "obsession"
When i was at mexico, i was still just a kid, and i had a dog, a special dog, my dog. And i loved that dog so much and just a while after we came to here, houston, my mom told me a story.My dog was a fighter" un perro de luchas" n in every single one of those battles my dog suffered, but where did that money go?...well mexico wasnt a great place, but that money was spent on beer and ciggaretes for his owner. This dog- which his name was LOBO(wof)- was being exploided. All the owner did was lock him in a closet, no food, no water.
But then LOBO got a shine in his beutiful eyes, when he met my mom,it was almost like love at first sigt, but from a pet to his pearson. And my mom took care for him, and feeded him every day, all she had to do was whistle and he came running. But when his owner found out, he locked him once more n my mom looked for him but didnt see him for weeks. One day my dog broke straight from the door, setting himself loose n never returned to his original owner. Then i came growing with him, and i really loved him. Mexico brings me back so many memories, at night i would get out of the house just to sleep outside with LOBITO ,I became so attached to him.When we went to Houston for the first time i was Bearly 3 years old and we were unable to bring LOBO with us, but my grandma called from mexico said LOBITO wouldnt eat so we had to returned. I was so happy to see him again, like if an eternity had passed, but that feelingof happiness faded away as we left once more, with out him. Once back at houston we recieved another call, My moms eyes drowned with tears, she hung up and looked at me straigh ahead, all it took her for me to understand the call was to say" Diosito se lo llevo"My world was over, he was gone for ever. She explaind the incident and how it happened, and told me the same story at the top explaining to me that LOBITO was a special dog, even right now as i write this post, my eyes fill with tears , i cried day and night for 5 years and still once in a while i cry.This is how my love for Wolfs grew, and wolfs have a special meaning to me, a love that goes from here to the moon and back again, close to the love i had to MI LOBITO, but not close enough, still miles apart i feel like hes with me , gaurding me, taking care for me from above.Hes is my LOBITO DE MI CORAZON :,)
