My beloved Frida

Soon to be 6, he was born March 2, 2017. They grabbed bone-shaped cookies, balls he chewed until they deflated, and dawn walks along the shoreline. Panama City. They say that the dog breed that shoots us the most arrows is for its cupid personality is a french bulldog.

From the moment we met that afternoon in his eyes Hatchery La Pintada, Frida and I fell deeply in love. During the transition on the way home to the city,
inside the box on the feet of my wife Mayin which he immediately adopted as his mother, delighted in the freshness of the air conditioning and kept giving me a look at the orphaned calf, so special to him, he sharedthen his loyalty and unconditional love.

During the privileged years we shared togetheralready at the end of my life, without pressures and responsibilities, I could devote time to it, endless showing of love, playing to the end
boredom with walks of 10,000 steps a day in our Bellavista terrace, where he would throw the ball, another ball and then a dozen balls that he collected on the wall, admiring his amazing energy and endless licking on my sweaty, salty cheeks, dear little kisses, expressions of deep dog love, ameliorating the terrible loneliness of the prison in which the first months of the COVID-19 pandemic managing to evoke smiles and almost childlike happiness in his bitter prison solitude, almost a third of his life.

Cream-colored and muscular in his shortened body, he enjoyed the enviable energy, indomitable personality and playful turbulence juvenile to frightening osteosarcoma, terminal bone cancercut off his vitality in recent weeks, metamorphosing his personality as a result of the excruciating pain that struck him, but not so, the glow of his eyes, despite the complete loss of appetite, predicts a disastrous outcome.

Frida was a vital part of my life. I didn’t have pets as a child, although I did I fell in love with Moñi, my aunt Margot Navarro’s prammother-in-law of President of Endarwho lived in the apartment
next to our building while they were building theirs home in San Francisco after an experience in Strasbourg, France, part of the diplomatic corps under President Robles in the mid-sixties of the last century.

Upon receipt of the bag containing the urn s Frida’s ashes On Thursday, March 2, the day he would have turned six, he was accompanied by a scroll with a profound message titled “Rainbow Bridge”, which I would like to share.

A bridge remained between Heaven and Earth, and it is called the Rainbow Bridge. When an animal that someone especially loved here on earth dies, then it goes to rainbow bridge, there are valleys and hills for everyone, our special friends, to eat and play together. Food, water and sunshine are plentiful, and our friends are cozy and sheltered.

All animals that were or were sick old men, regain your health and strength, those who were injured are healthy and strong again, just as we remind them in ours
dreams of past days and times.

The animals are happy and satisfied, except for one thing: each of them is missing someone very special, someone they had to leave behind. Everyone runs and plays together, but there comes a day when
that one of them he suddenly stops and looks into the distance. Her bright eyes widen, her eager body quivers and vibrates. Suddenly he runs away from the group, flies over
green grass, moving his legs faster and faster.

They saw you, their souls meet and embrace in a wonderful embrace, thus erasing all traces of sadness or pain and creating a deep bond of friendship that will last forever.
Those who cross the Rainbow Bridge together, they will never be apart again. wow wow see you later beloved Frida.