Blondi

Once upon a time there was a small dog I steal from her mother at a road; she lives at my house four months, but one morning her small body was dead stiff near her food without a reason.
Perhaps it was because my family members were out at the beach in vacations; perhaps she didn't like the food I bought her; perhaps she was ill and I didn't take her to the veterinary- the fact she didn't live long, much to my sorrow.
Her name was Blondi. 09-2009 to 01.2010.
RIP.