This is the story of a dog, a man and an angel. Perhaps you will be just a fanciful story about a pet, but for me, it was much more than that. As I write these words, the lifeless body of my angel is in the car, waiting for the proper burial that will make tomorrow a hundred kilometers from here. I am immersed in feelings such as gratitude, gratitude, sweet memories and nostalgia. This book can be classified as magical realism, because part of the book is an expression of my feelings and memories and part of the book is sensory, over the years I and the dog talked through thought, telepathically. People are free to believe or not what you want, including the story that I lived with the Doctor. Eva spoke to the serpent, Balaam with the mule and I with a dog. These stories are real. People have impulse to reject what does not. I do not ask you to believe, just read my story.
