Obituary

It is easy to forget here in Ecuador that dogs are considered our best friends. Here they are treated like the animals, which I guess they are. In the US, especially in the Gallup household, dogs are treated like royalty. Fed real food, especially during holidays! They even get to sleep in our beds (assuming no fleas). Here, underfed, beaten and downright nasty. However, they serve their purpose as protectors of the casa. So yea, easy to forget that back at home my two pugs were/are some of my best friends and what I probably miss the most from home. Someone always excited to see you walk in the door.

So, with great sadness, I have to write an obituary for one of my best friends- Yoda. His name was more than appropriate in retrospect. While he couldn't speak (except for food), he was a wise dog. Being there through the formative years of life, it was always good to have a little friend who would sit there and listen to your problems. A parents' divorce. High school troubles. Life. He was there for some of the most confusing times of my life and never once complained. Thanks my friend for being there through thick and thin; being there for our family throughout these years. You will be missed. Rest in peace.