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In 1987, when at a certain stage in life I found myself suddendly alone, I saved a little mongrel dog from the kennel and I took him with me. I never had a dog before, even if I always wanted to. From then onward we lived together for nine happy and intense years. From him I learned the real meaning of affection, friendship and especially how to share love. Because we loved each other. Very much.

I called him Inja, which means "a dog" in Zulu language, because I had worked for some years in those areas. I do not know how he called me, he just looked at me with adoring eyes. He was a very aristocratic dog, well behaved and wise with age. He was also a formidable hunter of wild mice. And he saved my life once.

After him I had little Biagino for a few months and then Iole, up to now.

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Taken on January 24, 2008