paw impression

Relationship: Child of im/migrant

                                                                                     9/20/18    When I was nine years old for my birthday my dad gifted me a Guinea Pig, he was so tiny and precious, his fur was brown with spots of white, and his eyes were a glossy red, so I decided to named him Cookie. As time went by we grew closer and closer, I loved him dearly, but as time progressed he grew older and sicker, but every time I saw him he had this never ending glee on his face, I knew he was fighter. I remember one day taking him to the vet for a checkup, and the veterinarian telling me he had cancer. I felt as if a brick was launched at me, crushing every bone in my body, the gunman soon pointed a gun into my heart causing a big unbearable hole. Cookie only had a 50% survival, it was so progressed that if they operated he would die, so we decided to put him down, he lost his fight. My best friend was dead and I couldn't bare the thought of him being gone, but in his memory the veterinarian gave us his foot imprint in sand which reads, “Love With Cookie”. Everytime I see it it reminds me of how tomorrow isn't promised, and how you should cherish every moment you have with the ones you love, because they could just be gone at a blink of an eye.                                                                           -Ashley Lantigua

Place(s): New york

– Ashley L.

Relationship:  Child of im/migrant Child of im/migrant