Was a rainbow in my armas. His head in my right, his short curled tail

in my left. Why? He even lie all his majesty in my chest. He didn’t give

a fig. He was brutally beautiful. His eyes two stars. His demeanor…

careless. He just was himself. Silly, silly, silly. He loved people. He

barked un approvingly every time guests left. He’d complained for a

while and then pick up his Crocodile toy. He slept all day long. And in

between, took long naps. He loved my wife’s lap. And oh, sweet Jesus!

He was a jealous Othello. Well, not exactly an Othello, but he took me

aback a couple of times. Showing once again his sillines. There was no

remedy. That’s how he was. He was capable of sensing, detecting your

your mood by your scent. His eyes would grow wide as in concern…

relax if you were happy and in a good mood.

He was my eyes and ears in the middle of the night.

His heart was as pure as teardrop. Was always looking through the

screen door finding out what was I about. Don’t know. He felt as part

of my skin. As he was part of my feelings. He loved scratchings.

I loved doing it. At times he kind of purred as a cat. It was his snoring.

He was a character. Had a magical soothing presence. And I miss him.

Very much.

EO