Bella is a Chihuahua and she was my favorite dog . My aunt had her until she was one year old. She then gave Bella to my family because her family had to move to California. They didn’t have enough money to take Bella with them. My aunt cared and supported me in anyway she could. So when she asked if I could take care of Bella, I immediately said yes. Bella was a good, obedient, and caring dog. Bella was always playful and energetic. Bella always made me smile and happy everyday. She was with me when I went through the worst years of my life. Bella was a very important member to the family. Even though she was a dog, it still felt like we had a family member. On August 2nd, my day took the worst turn. Bella died on August 2nd and I wasn’t there to be with her. She died when she was only six years old. I blamed Bella’s death on myself. My mom then told me in Spanish,“We gave Bella all our love, and she gave all her love to us. She’s in a better place now playing with all the other dogs.” I was depressed for a long time but I had to remember that Bella was in a better place. I will always remember Bella as my first dog and I will always love her for that.

– Samantha S.

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