It was from my early childhood, when I had the unlucky appointment with this kind of animals: the large scar on my right leg remains me about it up to now.
But in the January, 1995 my sister had done me a gift: the five-weeks pup of English Cocker Spaniel, born in Magadan, just as me.
That gift turned my life over.
CRAY BARBARA from PRIPOLYARNY
For all us - BASIA.
The winner of the first diplomas of the dog`s exhibitions.
And a member of our family, as a human creature.
Her life was short for a dog: they have malignant tumors too, as we do.
We fought for her more than a year with the best doctors of our region,
but it was a will of God - or a Devil, I don` know.
She had gone from us in a bright summer day.
She liked the grass - the background of this page...
The last days. June, 2002
the souls of our dogs to meet us after our death
to divide the heavens or the hell with their master forever.
So we`ll meet one day - for not to separate more.
Me and our red dog on the green, green grass of our new home.
Me and Basia.
Two Magadanians.