Santo Lobo came to me the way most living creatures have, rough around the edges and needing a lot of love. He’s crossed rainbow bridge with the guidance of St. Francis.
The transition into our family was rough, but he grew to love us all as much as we all loved him. We chose the name Santo, because like most saints he had his flaws. But, with love he grew to be more loving.
His days were filled with barking at squirrels and delivery people. His friend live next-door, and they would run a wrong the fence line barking at each other and wagging their tails. You got to enjoy time taking walks, car rides, watching the kids play eyes of heaven, and even watching Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure with them. He had a baby that he liked to carry on his mouth that was a stuffed deer.
Santo Lobo was loved even when he tried to get us not to love him. He liked rolling off the bed, laying on the couch, and cold weather. He liked his head and the backs of his ears scratched. He is missed by his human siblings, Joaquin, James and Tanni as well has his human parents Citlalmina and Tony.