Our history began a few years ago, in 2014. Two of us went out, and three came back. Chico, from the first time we met. It was May, and we came across a stray puppy, just a few days’ old, crying out desperately, his whimper almost human. Instinctively we wanted to pick him up, but we weren’t able to calm him down. He cried like a hungry child, so we ran to get some milk hoping that with a full stomach it would all get better. And it did. A few cuddles and his shy complicity was all it took to make us realise that three of us would be going home together. The whole journey was one long discovery, one emotion after the other. As time passed, his character, similar to ours, came to the fore, demanding attention.