Era gris y blanco,
era lo más bonito que había,
cariñoso, bueno e inteligente.
Si te ibas, te seguía,
Si le llamabas, venía.
Si hablabas de él, lo entendía.
Si hacías la maleta, se enfadaba porque sabía que te ibas de casa y permitías que él se quedara allí.
Si le dejabas con niños, jugaba con ellos.
Si le acercabas a otros perros, no tenía problemas.
Si se encontraba con la gata, educadamente respetaba su espacio.
Si te cruzabas de noche con alguien que él no veía fiable, le ladraba sin parar hasta que se alejara.
Si abrazabas a su ama, se metía por en medio a saltar y ladrar para que, una de dos, o la soltaras, o le mimaras también a él.
Si te estabas bañando, se metía detrás a nadar contigo y sin querer, se acercaba tanto que te arañaba con sus zarpas.
Si le ibas a duchar, se escondía dentro de casa en cualquier rincón en el que cupiera su enorme cuerpo, pues ya sabía la que se le venía encima.
Si le secabas con el secador, al principio se hacía el remolón, pero al final le gustaba, y mucho.
Si le sacabas a pasear, se ponía como loco a mover el culo y ladrar.
Si llegaba su dueña, la rodeaba, saltaba y arremolinaba hasta llegar un día a tirarla al suelo. Algo de lo que luego se arrepintió, pues él sabía perfectamente que la había hecho daño.
Si le dabas algo de comer en la mesa, ya no te lo quitabas de encima en toda la comida.
Si le hacías una caricia, no podía quedar solo en una. Y si no estabas por la labor, ya se encargaba él de levantarte la mano con su enorme hocico.
Si te metías en la cama, venía y apoyaba su cabeza en el colchón para que le rascaras las orejas hasta que se quedara dormido y se le cayera la cabezota al suelo.
Si le sacabas a pasear, todo el mundo le miraba.
Si tenía calor, se tumbaba en la sombra.
Si tenía frio... bueno, eso jamás pasó pues tenía una buena manta de precioso pelo que se encargaba de cubrir su delicada piel.
Su pelaje pasó por tres fases.
Cuando llegó, de cachorro, era suave y sedoso y tenía la parte delantera del cuerpo blanca y la trasera completamente negra.
Según se fue haciendo mayor, esa parte negra paso a difuminarse en un gris canoso, y esa suavidad desapareció por completo excepto los días que volvía de la peluquería.
La última vez que lo ví, había cambiado sus zonas grises por un tono más marrón. Era el pelo de un abuelito.
Muxu, no podemos explicar con palabras el vacío tan grande que has dejado en esta, tu familia. Pero como bien me dijo ella, la que más te quería, el día que nos dejaste: “Cariño,no estés triste, tienes que estar orgullosa porque has tenido al mejor perro del mundo”.
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It was gray and white,
he was the most beautiful thing there was,
he was loving, kind and intelligent.
If you left, he followed you,
If you called him, he came.
If you talked about him, he understood.
If you packed his suitcase, he got angry because he knew you were leaving home and you allowed him to stay there.
If you left him with children, he played with them.
If you brought him near other dogs, he had no problems.
If you met the cat, he politely respected her space.
If you crossed paths at night with someone he didn't see as reliable, he would bark at them non-stop until they moved away.
If you hugged his mistress, he would jump in the middle and bark so that you would either let her go or spoil him too.
If you were taking a bath, he would get in behind you to swim with you and without wanting to, he would get so close that he would scratch all your legs with his paws.
If you were going to take a shower, he would hide inside the house in any corner where his huge body could fit, because he already knew what was coming.
If you dried him with the hairdryer, at the beginning he was a bit stubborn, but in the end he ended up making a very happy face.
If you took him out for a walk, he would start wiggling his butt and barking like crazy.
If his owner arrived, he surrounded her, jumped and whirled around until one day he even threw her to the ground. Something he later regretted, because he knew perfectly well that he had hurt her.
If you gave her something to eat at the table, you would not take it off for the whole meal.
If you gave him a caress, he couldn't stay only in one. And if you didn't feel like it, he would raise your hand with his huge muzzle.
If you got into bed, he would come and rest his head on the mattress so you could scratch his ears until he fell asleep and his big head fell on the floor.
If you took him for a walk, everyone would look at him.
If he was hot, he would lie down in the shade.
If he was cold... Well, that never happened because he had a good blanket of beautiful fur that covered his delicate skin.
His coat went through three phases.
When he arrived, as a puppy, it was soft and silky and had a white front part of the body and a completely black back part.
As he got older, that black part faded to a grayish-gray, and that softness disappeared completely except on days when he came home from the groomer.
The last time I saw him, he had changed his gray areas to a browner shade. It was the hair of a grandfather.
Muxu, we cannot explain with words the great void you have left in this, your family. But as she, the one who loved you the most, told me the day you left us: "Honey, don't be sad, you have to be proud because you had the best dog in the world".
has tenido al mejor perro del mundo”.
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