I am not an expert in Lucha Libre, but by what I have read, El Perro Aguayo, Jr. had established himself through his own skills. So as a luchador, I know he will be mourned and missed. But he was also more than that. He was a son. I know that without having to research anything but by simply reading his name. I haven't seen his father come out and comment on this tragedy but I imagine he must be in pain. I am a father. I never thought of death with such apprehension as I do now that I have two sons. I ask God to let me see them grow up to an age that they can depend on themselves entirely at the very least. But the reality is that I would like to see them grow up and start growing old, too. I see this story unfold. The images of El Perro Jr. in his last moments available to the world. El Perro Sr.'s pain visible to all. How he must feel. In the video you can see a tear of blood falling from El Perro Jr.'s right eye. It reminded me of a passage in one of nine stanzas in one of my poems:
...To God we are not like grains of sand but rain clouds upon the desert
Our tears of blood have summoned life stronger
We were never meant to extinguish
Our clay bodies absorbed the spear of annihilation!
Rest in peace Perro Aguayo, Jr., a Gladiator of Lucha Libre Mexicana.
Click here to see some footage of the fight.