My last pet
(Sent by Juan José Torres Torres, a student from Trujillo, Perú)

Well, I am going to tell you about my last pet. It was a dog called Doggy. I got it when it was really a baby. It was growing up and became the best friend of my son. They played together, went out to buy things together and even Doggy learnt to play football with my son.

Suddenly, my son had an attack of asthma. I took him to the doctor and this is what the doctor said: "If you want your son to be better, you will have to separate your dog from your son, they can't be together. The hair of your dog is what produces your son's attacks of asthma."

It was rough to accept. My son loved the dog. So did I. I had to send the dog to my father's house, far away of from us (400 km).

My son was concerned because of that. He never forgot his dog. Now he is eleven. Six years have passed and there are nights in which my son gets up at midnight   saying the name of his dog.