My grandma from my dads side had a white little dog and his name was Bobby. He passed away about 2 months ago, he had trouble breathing and didn’t move for 2 days. My grandma got worried and took him to the veterinarian so they can check to see what’s wrong with him. They told my grandma that he was dying so they gave him a shot to make his death quick and peaceful. I kept his sweatshirt because even though he passed away he’s still a part of me so I have something to never forget about him.
– Anthony Xander Tejeda