Hello to my friends in Detroit and Canada

One of the first dogs I tryed to get out of the street was "Cocoa"... I met him because of Hilda... my canadian friend who came to Brazil on Carnaval. The first abandoned dog she saw, she made us get food, water and walk up to the forest where he lived... At the time, I couldn´t understand her struggle, because he was only one of hundreds I used to see everyday... While she was staying in my apt., she would feed him every single day... He was starting to answer by the name "cocoa"... It was funny, ´cause in portuguese it doesn´t mean a good word... lol... Anyway, Hilda went back to Canada, and I had a mission... continue to feed Cocoa everyday... So, I used to take Bebel with me (my poodle, the fist dog I had, my angel..) and go up to the forest to find him... After a couple of days, I´d scream "Cocoa, Cocoa!", and no answer.. That´s when the guard sayd that a car hit him and he died... I cried my eyes out... Today I think it was worth it... If he didn´t live long enough, at least he was happy on his last days... And Hilda was the one who made us care about him!