XXXIX. RAMONE
I’ve always liked dogs. Mom would never get one, probably just to spite me. But I always felt a close kinship with dogs. Even when I’d attend parties or visit friends’ homes, I spent more time playing with their dogs than interacting with humans.
Ramone was more than a dog to me. He was special. He was more than special. Ramone was my best friend. He was so much more than a dog.
Leticia did not hate dogs, but she was immediately jealous of Ramone. She saw how close we were, and she tried to drive a wedge between us. Leticia claimed Ramone was hindering our “Yin and Yang.” She said our connection was broken because of the dog. She may have been right. I didn’t care.
On the nightstand next to my bed was a photo I cherished of me and Randy Lagani. It was taken in the Lagani
