Hello Lillo ... My friend, you're gone too ... On 8 June I went into town to check the house and the new injury brought by the continuous tremors. They tell us to "settle" but the damage continues to worsen. I was dazed and not back down immediately downstream from you and other furry friends. When I returned to the twenty-six you come to meet me in the pen. His eyes were turned off and not happy and joyful as ever. I have cherished for you feel my touch as I was close with others. My hand has found your hair not as smooth and soft but dry and sticky, caked like. In the dark I tried to enlighten you with the best light and I saw that you were bleeding and wounds. Better control I soon realized that you had been attacked by your own comrades and wounded in several places: in leg and head wounds were so severe that I fear for your life, your neck, however, had a deep laceration of the neck skin extensive. From that wound dripped blood ... for hours ...
I was in a panic. Phone to all those who I think could help me, to bring you the first, to carry you care by a veterinarian who could heal your wounds and stop the bleeding. Meanwhile, I have tried everything from medications that I could use to help you take the time, knowing that at that time would have been difficult to find useful help.
Only after many phone calls I was past the number of a vet who had given the continued availability at a tent city of L'Aquila. He told me to take you right away that we would wait. I have thrown away all the contents of the trunk of Y10 You may of course arrange for convenient above sheets and towels. We started having to make detours because of road stopped and we arrived at our destination just around midnight. We have accepted Dr. Mauro Danzè dog unit and two volunteers of the Red Cross. You've never seen them but have them look hard and looking up to you wagging his tail to greet them. You'll always remember this feature of conviviality with people (and others). Not a whimper, not a whimper. The total confidence in those who tried to save you.
you have been an injection to sleep so you can clean and inspect all wounds. The surgery lasted two hours and was conducted with care and professionalism and, above all, love. We have been close all the time stroking, holding his head. The blood had stained the hands of dark crimson red. If you are losing time, slowly, at irregular intervals. A lot of the stitches, even the muscles in some areas. Removed the necrotic tissue. Closed wounds. Administered antibiotics, painkillers, without a drip to hydrate, all maneuvers made possible in that situation ... Unfortunately, your conditions were not serious and the means available were those of a veterinary clinic, fully equipped, which would also have groped a transfusion and some move more to help (in an emergency situation such as that of the earthquake was too what was ...). Nevertheless, we were confident that we'd been able to do to survive when you have placed in the cage in which you would rested ...
I romped around four in the morning to return to the field and in the afternoon before falling back to you ... Instead ... At half past seven the veterinarian has passed from you to control the situation. You raised your head hard. Breathed wrong. Would you ever wanted to greet him as you did, wagging his tail happily. Your forces, however, were over. You lowered your head and you've gone out ... I wanted to stay close again (and I'd love to have done) but I was afraid that there might be other fights in the precincts: bitches in heat nearby, earthquakes, ... had helped to heat the air between life mates who used to live together for years without too many problems ... 
But that day only you know exactly what happened. I can only imagine, knowing me, let me speculate for a "reason" of what might really have happened. A trivial argument that, at another time, would end with some growl and grumble some, that time, for various reasons, this has set in motion a mechanism by which you have been attacked by several dogs together that you have seriously injured . You may have tried to defend Nero from Horace, who often makes acts of dominance as a matter of territory. Other times I saw you take the argument of those who were submissive and attacked "unfairly". I saw you had a heart in this great big, regardless of how much risk is always ready to take control tool to block those who did an injustice. Even if your size was that of a hunting dog, your courage and your moral stature were those of a lion. I also loved just standing on your own, not to bother, not to trigger competition for territory. He was fine with other dogs, you had no fear of having lived so much in the street. I've found you. You've adopted. You followed me forever, even if you were able to disappear for hours in the woods running around and sniffing. 
You have always been free, also closed in the home, a fence ... to be free and you're gone ... Now your body will rest near the remains of the old matriarch who was Honey and next to what remains of Foxy ...
I want you to remember this ... 
... and runs towards me happy, free from wet meadows in the rain ....
... and runs towards me happy, free from wet meadows in the rain .... 
... as you roll on her back kicking and stretching all bubbling with pleasure, showing me the world and your zest for life .. . Thank you for everything you sent me, for everything you taught me ...
I love you, my friend, run happy on the Rainbow Bridge and say hello to all our friends who are already there ...
Hello Lilly!
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