My one eye companion: 

I love my weird dog. Her name is Pan (yes, like bread in spanish). She's 8 years old, and turns 9 this october. She doesn't have pedigree, and doesn't look like any dog breed. Her right eye is kinda popping out because she has glaucoma. Her lower jaw stands out a little bit, so her teeth pops out from time to time. Still she's the cutest dog in the world, and i don't know what i'd do without her. 

Pan is a smart dog. She understands everything i say, and follows everyone of my orders. I taught her how to ask for food, so everytime she's hungry she offers me her little paw, so I can shake it and then give her food. She asks for walks looking at me persistently, and stand still while i put her leash. She's so smart she knows that when i say "Mamá" i'm looking for mom, so she starts to search for her!

Pan would've died if my mom and I hadn't adopted her. She was left behind by her mom and didn't got enough milk, so she was sick when we adopted her. The vet said that she would not make it to the second year of her life. But we took good care of her, and she's alive and better than ever!

Pan is always by my side. Whenever I come back to my home, even if I was out for 5 minutes, Pan always greets me with the same energy, jumping and barking jolly. And every night she sleeps with me, even when it's summer and it's annoyingly hot, she stays by my side.

She always makes me happy. When I'm sad or angry, she always cheer me up, she lays by my side and ask for belly rubs or just looks at me and give me her paw. We take a walk, i talk to her, we share food, and that always makes her happy too. Seeing her happy and calmed is what makes me feel like a good owner, and that makes me happy.