Hoho, my love... my daughter, my angel, my eternal regret

Hoho, my love... my daughter, my angel, my eternal regret

FLO

The story of an adorable, courageous little Shih-Tzu dog who was exploited by humans until she became this sobbing little ball of fur in my arms.

Fatally affected by lymph node cancer.

Sold and resold by these 4-legged slave traders, Hoho had found happiness, alas fleeting, in an old little house warmed by the warmth of Love.

I promised her I'd never let her go, to love and cherish her until death do us part...

Here it is, the cruel one, with its trail of pain and its hideous force that separates those who love each other.

Hoho, I'm holding you in my arms, you don't know where to put yourself anymore, so much suffering is twisting you...

I love you my darling, you're back home, I promised you that you would never again leave this home where you are loved: you're here my darling, my love, my sweet, I'm trying not to cry out my pain, for you, so that you say to yourself "Mommy is happy to see me again! I'm back home! "

My tenderness, the doctor will come to make you sleep in the early afternoon, you'll be out of reach of this suffering that makes you moan, at last at rest, out of the cruel and infamous world of humans...

You'll leave, clasped in my arms, I who promised never to abandon you, stretched out in the baby carriage from which you loved to watch everything going on around you...

My fabulous Hoho, my brave, tender and sweet Hoho...

Eight months of love against 5 years of misery, life isn't fair...

Time has flown: the thirteenth hour has struck and Hoho is happily frolicking in the meadows of heaven in the company of all my other loves, Rouschka, I'Marouschka, Folize's, Calvin, Slavia, Eléa, Thorgal, Vania, Kiki...

The crossing of the Styx was gentle, the liquid painless salvation, her big eyes in mine for a final message of tenderness and understanding...

It's been a year, exactly one year on March 12...

My sorrow, your absence, is as strong as ever.

I can't stop watching for you, searching for you, trying to smell the sweet scent of your childhood odor...

I've taken up this text I wrote when you disappeared, my darling, and I don't want you to be forgotten...

One little salvage dog more or less...

No, you're not forgotten, my darling, my child...

I love you Hoho