AH Margarida! How many memories and how much longing!

I still remind, as if it was today, in the distant city of Manaus, when she appeared there home, on that hot afternoon of September, brought by Dona Filica's hand, that had found her coming it is not known from where, alone, abandoned and sad.

With fear that some scoundrel did her badly, Dona Filica picked up her and she brought to our house, asking if we wanted to be with her. Of course we wanted! The approval was unanimous.

Therefore she took care of all. She was very little, delicate, with very big black eyes in proportion to the face, but they were really observers. She liked a lot to play and didn't stop one minute, she was always in movement. The house immediately filled with happiness and Margarida (this was the name that we gave her), she started to do part of our family.

She was very cunning! She adored when I placed her in my lap and I gave her food in the mouth. She was placid looking at me with those big and sweet eyes that little by little went closing ... closing... until that fell asleep deeply. Then I placed her daintily in your small sleep net, that she adored, therefore when the heat increased, she there to lie down and pushing one of her miniscule feet in the wall and stayed hours wrapping " for-there-for-here ", for-there-for-here ", refreshing.

There was however, to disturb a little that peacefulness, an only reason that left her very unhappy. It was the presence of Rex, a " tike " that lived in our back yard and sometimes, without order or our permission, it penetrated the house loudly and coming across Margarida (for Margarida an intruder), it yelped furiously, causing great despair in the same, that ran for the protection of my arms frightened, hugging my neck and me laughing tried you calm her, feeling your accelerated heart beats, while I went playing Rex of turn to the back yard.

It had been that uncomfortable one, the life for her was calm, because all home wanted her well and everything did to see her happy. So, when any thing that disturbed her was already reason for our concern. Like this because, when she appeared with a very eccentric cough, I told the problem to the Dona Filica, that guided me you make her to drink a tea of "mastruço", whose result was negative, because she refused absolutely to drink it, provoking more the cough crises followed by vomits. Your state was worsening if more and more. Until that arrived to certain point of not getting she lifts of the sleep net. She was definitively prostrated. It was all the day lie-down, quiet, only coughing, coughing and moaning.

We did of everything to alleviate your suffering. Until that, to the down one day, she was not heard more nor your cough and nor her groan. Margarida had left this life. Ah, that ruins! All suffered a lot with your death! I lost my great companion, the only that knew how to listen me patiently seated in my lap, my narrations of happiness, lamentations, tears, disillusions, truths, lies, disorders, my crises of rage, denials, revolts, aggressions and regrets... finally... my life!

Yes, Margarida had left us and with her a piece of my history.

And today, when I close my eyes, I review the sad moment of your funeral: me carrying, tight to your chest coffin of a box of shoes (Excuse me, but I forgot to say that Margarida was a... little female monkey), covered with silvered paper, covered of blue satin and my cousin Luiz Pedro, with a bouquet of flowers crying beside the hole in the bottom of the back yard.

Ah, Margarida! How many memories and how much longing!

"MARGARIDA"