Hey guys, I actually didn’t know what to write about but then my friend told me to write about my dog, and I will because I love dogs, and I had one of the saddest days in my life with my pet. I’ve always had dogs as pets and they’re awesome animals… When I moved to Morelia In 2002, my dad bought us a puppy. It was a beautiful black daschund and we named her Chispa. She was 2 months old and so little that my dad could carry her in his hand. When we first saw her, she was inside a box. My dad had kept the secret of giving her to us as a Christmas gift for 2 weeks. We were excited just looking at the box because something inside it was moving. A few seconds later she jumped out of the box. That was the moment when my love for those kind of dogs started.
We used to take her for a walk everyday and my dad trained her. She was a very obedient and calmed dog. Suddenly she was my entire world, and I know you may think I was exaggerating, but I was a little and innocent girl and that doggy, my sisters and me were growing old together.
Chispa was always happy, even when she had spent the whole day in the backyard because we were not at home, even when my dad shouted at her for pooing in the living room, even when I when I arrived home and ate before going and give her a little bit of attention. She was always available, just like all dogs in this world.
When she was approximately 5 years old, we adopted a cat, but it was aggressive with us, so we gave it to my aunt, then we adopted a dog that used to live in the street, but it died (my mom really loved that dog, and so do us and Chispa). Then we adopted another dog. We named her Canela. At first Canela and Chispa had lots of problems because Chispa didn’t like her, but then they got used to each other. When Chispa was 7, she had 6 puppies. We gave away 4 of them and we kept 2 with us. They were named Stich (because of his funny eyes) and Cascabel (because she has a birth fracture in her tail that is kind of a bell). They both got sick and only Cascabel survived. Stich’s death was really really sad, but not as much as Chispa’s. She got cancer and she was not able to move. She could only move her eyes and mouth, but suddenly she wasn’t able to eat and she was suffering a lot, so we decided that she had to die. My mom and dad took her to the vet without telling me. I knew where they were going when they were already there, but they returned both crying with Chispa alive, they said they couldn’t do it. They said she was going to die whenever god wanted to. I guess god wanted her to die as soon as possible. The next day she could barely open her eyes. My dad told me to say goodbye to her because they were taking her to the vet again, and this time she was not going to return. I cried a lot, I hugged and kissed her for a while, and then I cried again. Mommy told me to stop crying because Chispa could get nervous or scared, and so I did and let her go. She was a great dog, and now I have Canela, Cascabel and a little puppy called brownie. I love them as I did with Chispa and I’m still thinking that dogs are not just pets, but part of our families.