There is this dog and my memories of him; which when taken all together, would fill no more than a bell jar. That they take up so little space doesn't matter, as long as the glass is clear enough for me to watch the pouring in of our memories yet to come.
|One of Mateo's first puppy photos|
Mateo is a Havanese, a rare breed from the Bichon family. I first met him when he was 3 weeks old, still with his biological mom and 3 siblings. I am not sure if I was the one who chose my puppy or my puppy was the one who chose me.
I wanted a male. He was the first puppy handed to me by the vet. I held him belly up on my hand and he just stared at me. No struggling at all. I made the decision which puppy to choose on my second visit. The vet handed me 2 puppies, Mateo and his brother. I held each of them belly up on one hand. Mateo kicked a little then stopped. His brother struggled to free himself the whole time I was holding him. Next, I placed the 2 puppies on the table and called them while gently and slowly extending my fingers towards them. Guess who came when I called? Mateo. That very moment I was so happy I found my puppy. The vet then microchipped him and since then, I paid him a visit once a week until he's 2 months old and I could take him home.
|Mateo at 2 months old|
Mateo is 9 months old now. I can still remember his sweet puppy eyes when we first met. That stare which sparked a friendship for a few seconds and made it last forever.