Damon

Our first pet was a big dog named Damon. He was gifted to us by Uncle Ponsing & Auntie Nieves. They did not have any children; instead they raised dogs like parents would raise kids.

Damon was our toy in Proj.7. He had the "mestiso" look with a brownish black fur. He was the guardian of the household and he ate what we ate. He became a fixture that every kid in the neighborhood knew him. When Papa would be arriving home from work, Damon would have a loud bark to welcome him back.
Erich was so young then and loved to tease Damon. He enjoyed aggravating him until Damon growled.
One time, Erich just will not stop. He kept taunting Damon until our pet just did not have any recourse but to get back. He aimed at Erich and was poised to pounce at him. Papa saw this. I will not elaborate any more what happened after.
Damon was laid to rest right in front of our house. That was the first time I learned to grieve.