Romeo, Aldo’s first and best friend, died today. Romeo was a Maltese mix bred by a questionable unconscionable local breeder. They were best next door pals from the start. Romeo was nine but suffered from breathing problems from birth. Dogs that size are usually longed lived, but bad breeding takes care of longevity.

Romeo was the only dog that Aldo really played with. Romeo was the only dog that Aldo let bite him on his tummy and ears while he was on his back rolling in the lush grass of summer. I will always remember Aldo on his back his stubby legs dangling in the air in the sun. Aldo was the only dog that Romeo or any other dog would play with. You have to know and live with Aldo.

When Romeo was able and fit he would flip around our back yard and dart on spring bock legs that were maybe a few inches long. He circled Aldo and Aldo pursued with all he had. Aldo never gives less than he’s got. Kathy and I used to watch them play and laugh and laugh.

This past Christmas, Aldo gave Romeo his Harley sweater. Aldo wore it when he was a pup, but has long since outgrown it. Romeo wore it proudly since his “father” owns a Harley. I let Romeo into our house a few days ago. He ran into the kitchen and after I told Aldo he had a guest, he and Romeo danced around for a few moments. I let them both outside since it was fairly mild and they romped for a short time. Maybe Romeo had come to say goodbye. 

Aldo will always look for his best buddy in the driveway. Aldo will look until Aldo cannot look any longer. 

Romeo, oh Romeo. Where art thou?