The story of my pet.

I'm gonna talk about one of my pets. 


I don't have one right now but I had 3 dogs in different times of my life.

Six years ago I told my mom that I really want a pet and she told me If i found one small she will think about it. And of course I found one. Fortunately when I found him, He had a few months of life so I got him since he was a little baby

This one is the last one i had. My sister called him "Rey" like the king of our house. He was very small and delicated but he could do more noise than a big dog. He loved to run, play and sleep with me. He was very playful and he was afraid of earthquakes like start shaking, he was very nervous. But I really loved him and I still missing him.

The sad and short story is one day he went out, and he always came back, but this time he didn't. I looked for him every where, I lived in a condo so it doesn't exist many places to hide. The answer of everyone was that the construction workers stole him while they were working in the condo. I'm not saying that they are bad persons and I'm not thinking the worst about them but unfortunately It happened before to friends so It wouldn't be the first time. Now I hope that the person or family who has him now is nice to him.

Now I'm trying to convince my mom to have another pet because I really like them and I want one.