This photo made me remember many things and reflect as well. For example, how this little one arrived so defenseless and in a deplorable state, although from the first moment our connection was immediate, just like with my beloved Angela. Both of them let me hug them right away and trusted me from the very first moment. However, Chloe's vulnerability was much more pronounced, because at only 6 months old, she was thrown out onto the street to eat garbage, among other things, which in the end generated devastating consequences. Despite only being with me for 5 years, almost 6, they were the best of my life and I hope of hers. I wanted to give her more, but she never lacked love and food, even in crises, they were always my priority. That's why it's incredible to me to see the human cruelty towards these creatures who only know how to give love. This photo represents the connection we had and that these beings don't deserve such treatment; they are only meant to receive the best of us, even during our existential crises. I still find it hard to wear the hat, not because I'm ashamed to wear it in the street—firstly, it doesn't really protect you from the sun, and the weather is mostly sunny—and secondly, because it reminds me of those who are no longer here, since I first wore it specifically at that moment.