17 thoughts on “Loving, faithful Fontova family member Hunter Fontova passes unexpectedly today”

  1. ”Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the Virtues of Man, without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the Memory of Boatswain, a Dog.” –George Gordon, Lord Byron, ‘Inscription on the Monument of a Newfoundland Dog’

  2. My deepest condolences go out to you Humberto. I know how hard it is to lose a pet which literally becomes a family member.

  3. Sorry about your loss Humberto, dogs loyalties beats many humans and when you loose them is like you lost a family member.

  4. My condolences, hermano. Animals — and especially dogs — can be perfect in a way that we humans can’t ever hope to match. They love unconditionally, and they are who they are, with no excuses. Even when they are bad, they are good and lovable. Best of all, they know how to stay true.
    I am convinced that if our souls are immortal, so are theirs.
    So sorry, man…. May your pain be relieved by good memories.

  5. Heartfelt thanks from the immediate Fontova familia to our extended Babalu familia. As for the immortality of Hunter’s soul? I’ll defer to our resident expert on these matters Carlos.

    Because dogs DO seem to have a sense of right and wrong, of good and evil. At least all of mine have?…much sadness for a while in the Fontova household…

  6. Sorry for your loss.

    When I was around 11 or 12 years old back in Guantanamo it was 1957 or 1958, one morning I heard a thump and a yelp. I ran around to the front and saw a car speeding away. Motica was laying by the road. I tried to pick her up, she growled from the pain. I managed to get her on my lap then she died. Over 50 years later I remember that scene as if it only happened yesterday.

  7. Sorry to hear, Humberto. At least he didn’t suffer. I had a dog that had heart issues for her last few years, though she was a great dog till the end.

  8. Hugs and besos and thanks, familia….that tiny voice waaaaaay back in your psyche keeps whispering: “Come on, man! Get a grip. He was a only dog! Snap out of it!”

    But a voice (instinct?) a billion times louder and more heart-gripping always drowns it out…..

    which is probably proof that (thanks to my parents and family, with whom I was vacationing and partying all last week) I’ve lived a charmed life–a whiny and malcriado baby-boomer. So be it. It would be much easier to (lie) and come across as composed and stoic (“stiff upper lip, old chap!”) in these posts

  9. Humberto,

    I saw your video hunting nutrias with your cousings, what Hunter one of the dogs in it?

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