From day one, Manuela adopted Margarita as if she were her own daughter. Margarita, for her part, soon followed Manuela everywhere, tripping over her own short legs as she tried to imitate the golden retriever’s elegance. <\/p>\n\n
-Manuela, why do the dogs have collars and I don’t? -asked Margarita one day while they were playing in the garden. <\/p>\n\n
-Because necklaces are for those who need a reminder of who’s boss. You don’t need it, little one. You know you’re in charge here. -Manuela gave her a lick on the snout. <\/p>\n\n
Margarita puffed up with pride.<\/p>\n\n
Soon, the guests at Mas Torrencito began to adore Margarita. The children played with her, the adults took pictures of her, and the dogs accepted her as one of the family. Even Miguel, though he would never admit it, kept the most delicious leftovers for her. <\/p>\n\n
-What about this apple, Miguel? -asked Manuela one night, watching Miguel carefully place it in a bowl. <\/p>\n\n
-It’s for Margarita. She says she wants to try new things. <\/p>\n\n
-Sure, what about me? No ham for old Manuela? <\/p>\n\n
Miguel laughed.<\/p>\n\n
-You have your bed in front of the fireplace, Manuela. Don’t complain. <\/p>\n One day, Margarita stopped running around the garden. She was no longer chasing butterflies or asking for cuddles from the guests. Manuela noticed this immediately and ran to find Miguel. <\/p>\n\n -Miguel, something’s wrong with Margarita. She’s not well! <\/p>\n\n Miguel knelt down next to Margarita, who was lying on her straw bed.<\/p>\n\n -Come on, little one, what’s the matter? -he said softly. <\/p>\n\n Margarita raised her muzzle and whispered:<\/p>\n\n -I feel tired, Manuela. I think something in me is not working right. <\/p>\n\n Miguel called the veterinarian, who arrived that same afternoon. He examined her carefully and, after a few moments of silence, confirmed what everyone feared. <\/p>\n\n -She has a congenital disease, Miguel. There’s not much we can do, but we can keep her comfortable. <\/p>\n\n Manuela lay down next to Margarita, her big golden body enveloping the little piglet.<\/p>\n\n -Don’t be afraid, Margarita. I am here. <\/p>\n\n -Do you think it hurts too much to leave? -asked Margarita in a barely audible voice. <\/p>\n\n -No, little one. It’s like falling asleep after a very long and happy day. And you’ve had many happy days here, haven’t you? <\/p>\n\n -Yes, Manuela. Lots of them. <\/p>\n\n When Margarita closed her eyes for the last time, all Mas Torrencito was silent. Miguel dug a small grave under Margarita’s favorite tree, the big oak in the garden. Manuela supervised the whole process, making sure everything was done with the respect her piggy daughter deserved. <\/p>\n\n -Here you will always be with us, Margarita,\u00bb said Miguel as he placed a small plaque with her name on it.<\/p>\n\n That night, Manuela sat next to Miguel in front of the fireplace.<\/p>\n\n -I miss her, Miguel.<\/p>\n\n -Me too, Manuela. But you know what? I think Margarita taught us something very important. <\/p>\n\n -What is it?<\/p>\n\n -Que Mas Torrencito is not just a place for dogs, humans or piggies. It is a home for anyone who needs love and a place to belong. <\/p>\n\n Manuela rested her head on Miguel’s leg.<\/p>\n\n -I knew there was something good about you, two legs.<\/p>\n\n Miguel smiled and stroked her soft golden fur.<\/p>\n\n Although Margarita was no longer physically at Mas Torrencito, her spirit was still alive. Guests spoke of her fondly, and Manuela would tell the story of \u00abMargarita, the little pig that conquered Mas Torrencito\u00bb to each new dog that arrived. <\/p>\n\n And so, the little pig left a legacy that would last forever: the certainty that love knows no species or size. At Mas Torrencito, everyone was family. <\/p>\n\n -Thank you, Margarita, for teaching us to love without limits,\u00bb whispered Manuela one night, looking at the stars.<\/p>\n\n And, somewhere in the sky, a little piggy was smiling. \ud83c\udf1f<\/p>\n\n From Mas Torrencito we wish you a good day and that your dog accompanies you !!!!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n — <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It was a fresh morning in Mas Torrencito, one of those that smell of wet earth and freshly brewed coffee. Margarita, the Piggy of Mas Torrencito Manuela, the veteran golden retriever and moral mistress of the farmhouse, was making her morning rounds. Since the arrival of her \u00abtwo-legged master\u00bb, Miguel, so many years ago that […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2248,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[34],"tags":[58,65,59,61],"class_list":["post-2254","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-mastorrencitos-stories","tag-gironaconmascotas-en","tag-tourism-with-pets","tag-traveling-with-dogs","tag-turismocostabrava-en"],"yoast_head":"\n![\"La](\"https:\/\/mastorrencito.com\/cat\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/3\/cerdita.jpg\")
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\n\nMargarita’s Disease<\/strong>. The Little Pig of Mas Torrencito <\/h3>\n\n
\n\nThe Farewell<\/strong>. Margarita, the Piggy of Mas Torrencito <\/h3>\n\n
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