Daniel on June 13, 1998 at 13:25:17:
Most of my dogs were black. All the dogs I ever had were all mixbred. I believe all dogs are cute, and don't care wether they are pure bred.
When I was living in Argentina, I had a black dog. His name was "Osso", it means bear in Spanish. I was 13 and living alone in Buenos Aires. I didn't have any family or relatives, nor did I had many friends. Osso was all I had. He was my best buddy.
A friend gave him to me when her mom wouldn't let her have him as a pet. He was about 2 month old when I saw him, black short hair with white patch on his chest, just like a bear. We sleep together, eat together, run together...we do everything together. When I felt sad and lonely he would try to cheer me up, when I cry he would lick my tears off my face. We were very close.
One day, I took Osso out for a walk.Osso ran after another dog; I called his name, asked him to come back. He looks at the dog for a second then came running back to me. As he cross the street, a taxi ran him over. Both the front and the rear tire went over his body. At first I though he was okay, because he was still running towards me, I though maybe his legs were hurt. he jumped right into my arms, I look at his eye, I saw desperation, fear and in his eye I saw my own fear, fear of losing my best friend. Then he twiched, and died in my arms.
I was so devastated, I ran to the animal hospital in the neiborhood with Osso in my arms. I was running, crying and preying.The vet told me there was nothing she could do. his internal organs were all crushed. I cried, cried......its so unfair.
I burried him in a small park, I go visit Osso often. just sitting beside him. alone.