The funeral procession marches down the main street of the town, the inclement sun is not able to keep away the participants of the funeral with their heads looking at the parched ground and with faces splashed with salty tears are the reflection of the aching hearts before the sad farewell.
Most of them are children who take advantage of the school holiday to share the loss of an inseparable friend of many years.
At the front, Douglas holds the crate, his red eyes defying the stares of many who from doors and windows try to explain the reasons that have led their children to such a singular event.
The boy recalls that Bobby arrived in town 6 years ago, when he was just starting to attend Antonia's school.
He looked tired, fatigued and hungry; the suction cup-like skin surrounded his ribs and his sad face reflected his abandonment.
Perhaps he had walked many miles, spending weeks of hunger and thirst.
Like all outsiders, he was not well regarded by the majority, so his instinct led him to seek refuge where he felt he might be wanted.
So it was that before the protests of some, Antonia, gave him shelter and care so that in a short time he regained desire and kilos, beginning to be noticed among them.
They shared their sweets with that disinterested friend who in return participated in their games giving them a special touch.
Many think from her physique, now immobile, that she is the result of the union of a German and a Creole or vice versa.
The truth is that he was slowly accepted in the small-town society thanks to his gentle character and instant availability.
He ceased to be Antonia's protégé and became the friend of many, including Giuseppe's miserly friend, who provided him with nightly meals almost every day.
Many owed him favors but only a few adults agreed to march with them to their final resting place.
Not even Eva's father, whom Bobby had saved from death by killing a dangerous and venomous snake that almost bit her in the back of their house.
For Douglas, promoter of the procession, it is a moral obligation to say the last goodbye to his friend, to offer him those tears that cannot pay for so many hours together.
So do all those who accompany him, especially Daniel, to whom Bobby served for weeks as protector, before the sudden convalescence of his father, because if any task knew how to fulfill this Creole-German, it was that.
And in a lost town like that, where the greatest dangers are unleashed by nature, someone to take care of security was a must.
There will always be a memory for him. And the flowers picked from the family gardens, which rest on his grave at the back of the cemetery, prove it.
In perfect single file, as if following an established ceremony, they retired to their homes, where their parents commented.
-This is the end of the world, to think of children performing a funeral ceremony for a dog and burying it in the people's cemetery.