My Baby Doll - Part Vi

When I adopted you in 2013, Chihuahua dogs quickly became my favorite breed. You died seven hundred and thirty days ago and it hurt, it hurt very much indeed. I named you after a very special woman who was my mother. When it comes to owning a dog that's as terrific as you, there can never be another. I knew you would eventually die but I didn't know that your death would be so near. Your death occurred twenty-four months ago today, you've been dead for two years. You were my dog and the love I felt for you can't be measured. Pets don't live forever, while they live, they should be treasured. Every pet owner will eventually have to face the pain that I experienced on that dreadful night. You were like a daughter to me and the thought of losing a pet sure does cause a lot of fright. I see dogs being sold for over three grand at a pet store in the mall. But they aren't as special as you were because you were my baby doll. [Dedicated to Agnes (2011-2020) who died two years ago today on July 11, 2020]