You will be dearly missed.

On Saturday, we had to put to sleep my oldest dog, Negra. She was 16 years old, and I can still remember the day my aunt brought it home for me. A few weeks before, we were at the beach, and she asked me if I wanted a dog. Mind you, I was 3 and had never had a pet before. So, without hesitation I said yes.

She came as a birthday present, on the day I turned 4. That day my mom was out of town so that cute but very hairy puppy slept on my bed. When my mom came back, she came home to this hairy thing in our living room.

For 3 years she was kind of my sister, because I was an only child. She was sort of independent, so she never was much to sleep with people or be kissy and all, but she was a good dog.

After a few years, she started to get old and sick, but we took good care of her and she made it through 16 years. A few months ago, she started getting really sick : her heart had swollen (fact that I like to conclude to the fact she loved us even more), an ulcer, back problems, etc. But still, she made her way through it, little by little.

But last week, she just stopped eating. She was having bloody diarrhea and bloody drooling. She wouldn't get up anymore. Keeping her alive would have been making her suffering last longer. So we decided to end it. I can only say it was a gray afternoon. Dad buried her in the backyard.

You will always be loved.