The day was March 31st. I took in my sick dog that I had for 12 years and her name is Chula which means cute in Spanish. She lived with my brother and his girlfriend and we got her as a puppy but since the corona virus started his girlfriend got stuck in New York. My brother is a truck driver and works for several hours so the dog is alone most of the time. On March 31st my mom told me to come down and check the dog out. I grew up with this dog too and usually she would have a burst of energy but when I saw her she walked very slow and she looked very sad and whined a lot and it stinks like vomit in the room.

I took her up in my room and moved her in with my other dog that I got in the summer as a puppy. I set her bed up and everything, then I noticed she wouldn’t drink or eat so I had to use a disposable syringe without the needle. I opened her mouth through the side and pushed in the water little by little and blended chicken and chicken broth so she would at least have food in her system. At night I would stay up with her because she had loose stool and would vomit out blood and acid and I would try to comfort her as much as possible and so she laid on a pee pee pad for two days plus she was too weak to even get up. April 2nd ,1 2:45 in the morning, she started to throw up a lot of blood and she was crying and shaking and I was talking to her saying it was okay, to let go, and she lived a long and happy adventures life living in many different buildings, and traveled in different states, and how she brought a lot of love and funny good memories. It’s okay to let go and stop suffering the pain, then of course, I started crying seeing her gasp or her last breath while my dog Cody crying in the background and then she just passed away.

I ran down to my brother and told him the news. He went upstairs and couldn’t believe it, he teared up a little and my mom woke up and saw. We got a box and wrapped her in a blanket and she was a mixed dog with chihuahua and shitzu so she was a small dog. We put her favorite toy and treats in the box and the next day we brought her to a pet-care and cremated her. They also made sure to give us her paw print. That’s one memory that was sad but also a learning lesson, and also a memory that I'll probably never forget, so this is a story of how my first dog died, April 2nd 12:45 2020.