One day a skinny, poorly dressed, but very enthusiastic woman came to my house. Mom and I interviewed her in the living room, and she answered every question with a big smile on her face. I tried not to get distracted by the smell of her cheap cologne since I was trying to figure out if this lady will take care of my mommy with the same love as me. She started working for us. At the beginning I did not care about her presence, but eventually we became friends. She will pet me, play with me, chasing me around the house, give me snacks because I was “Muy bonito,” and take long walks with me. My mommy was sick, and she told me I would have to find a new family, but I was afraid that nobody would want a 9-year-old spoiled Jack Russell Mix, so she asked Paula if she would adopt me and the answer was yes! I got picked up by Paula & Stephen a week before my mommy leave this world, but Paula made sure I will say good bye to my mommy before leaving the house which comforted me so much because I did not want my mom to think that I abandoned her. There I was, living in an apartment with a young couple wondering if they could afford my organic snacks. As the days went on, I missed my mommy and my home so much, but Paula worked hard to make me feel at home. They got me new toys, a new bed, and horrible sweaters. I did not like those last ones, but I got paid a fair number of snacks for using them. They treated me like a puppy, and I became more spoiled. I was a boss, a king, and they respected that. I will take long naps everywhere, in their new couch, their bed, but the bathroom math was my favorite spot. A couple of months passed by, and I started to feel sick; seizures came into my life. My new parents took me to the vet any time I needed it. They would suffer if they had to shave my leg to get a needle in my little veins. Paula said, “you’re too cute to be tortured like this,” and Stephen will call it “doggy abuse.” I worked extremely hard to recover, I wanted to live more with them because life felt so fresh again. They took me on every trip they made, but I hated the cage so I yelled at them all the time we were together in the car, and that got me so many snacks that I would cry just to get more. I visited NY, PA, and some parts of CT. It was nice to be the center of attention. In November of 2024, Vestibular syndrome got me. It was hard but I did not quit. I had a family to take care of, so I fought. Paula helped me recover, and I was able to walk again. I felt more tired, I could not walk long distances like before, so I will nap instead. Paula knew that I love sunbathing, so she managed to put my bed in perfect spots where the sun would help me sleep comfortably. I started to sleep more and more; I was so tired. I stopped playing because my vision was not good anymore. I cried so I could get anchovies, chicken, and if I was lucky steak. My kidneys would not do well with these, but I got it as a special treat for being a good boy. No matter if I peed inside the house, I was always a good boy. Those days were formidable. My family and I used to go to the park, get ice cream, and they will sit with me just to pet me and give me love. Every chance they had they will say I was a “precioso doggy.” I remembered those 3 months with happiness except for the showers. I hated water. Then March 17 came. Stephen, Paula, and I were lying down in our bed and Paula always looked at my eyes to say cute words to me and she noticed my eyes twitching and that I was not feeling well. Vestibular syndrome was happening again. They rushed to the vet with me, and I heard the sad news. Paula promised me I would be taken care of no matter what, and she did. I could not walk so she carried me; I had a tough time doing my personal business, but she was always there. I stopped eating by myself because my neck was turn in a weird way, so she patiently fed me. I can tell they loved me so much because this past month and 19 days were always for me. On May 1, I woke up feeling extremely sick. My whole-body aches and I do not have strength anymore. My family is so sad and scared, but I think I can manage this. Paula spent all day with me; it was nice. She is giving me all the attention I am asking for, and we enjoyed the nice weather out in the backyard. I feel so tired and sick, but I want to be strong for my family. It is May 3, at 2 am. The seizures came back. Paula is sleeping next to me, and she is taking care of me. She says I can go to rest in peace because she will be fine, so I do not have to worry about leaving her, but I just keep fighting with my soul. I am tired and I think is time for me to leave. I let her know that I love her and that I am grateful for being so good to me and opening her home to this old, spoiled, and meticulous dog. I wish they could understand me but every time I talk to them, they just hear woof woof! Thank you, family, for this last opportunity of taking care of a house and giving me a safe place. When I think about my life, I feel relief for being loved, and respected. I wish every animal on earth could feel like this. I was a happy dog, and I loved being part of Kim’s gang. Please do not cry too much, I will reunite with my mommy Eve, and we are going to be at peace together.