These are photos of the pain, not freedom, as it seems.
are photos of a wrenching separation, the ones that we've often dogs.
are photos of a wait that I know to be infinite.
From these photos I try to see something or someone to help me, but apart from the green plains of those that did not soothe my heart, I feel desperately alone.
My name Bear, a puppy is a year and a half, probably a golden cross and Maremma.
vaccinated, buttocks and in good health.
I love all my fellow men, with the cats do not know.
I was just two months removed from the chain of a shepherd in the Marche, is the sister Susy and Miki, the puppies are still looking for that home.
I seem to have been lucky because all I had found a family willing to adopt a lifetime, but after a year have brought me here to attend a course and then never return.
They say it's a difficult time, who would recover but the circumstances do not allow it, so if in doubt, better to find another adoption.
are in a shelter in a closed box, though now you see me lying in the sun and I often cry because they are not used to being entrenched.
In my eyes I still have the face and languid eyes of my companion animal that has not eaten for several days since I left.
Now I know that you gave up and started to eat.
I feel the smell of the trees where I was still sleeping in my nose and caresses received.
In my eyes I see that figure of a man that I loved so much and I was hopelessly dependent.
at my side, now, there are none.
I think I know, I know I'm grieving, but I do not know how to torture me ...
Because if only my own feel my pain I feel like I should be once again a happy dog \u200b\u200bin their arms.
Instead, I'm here with one hand Hot on the head, which is not yours ...
Thank you very
Amber
Info and adoption 393/1118032 (after 18)
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