It's really hard to accept but I have to face the fact that you're gone now. You left us last night. I feel so down and sad because of what happened. Your death was one of the most tragic things that had happened to me. I remember when Pearly (your mom) was giving birth to you, collette, princess and wacko as well. You were the first-born puppy. I was so happy because I acted as your nurse-on-duty then. I told mom that you'll be my puppy, and so mom agreed. You looked so cute beautiful and perfect. I remember when you played on our terrace with your siblings. You were so happy and healthy those times. You loved my blue doll shoes and you kept on biting it until it was worn-out. You love playing with those slippers and shoes. You loved to eat chicken and barbecue. You loved to be combed. You loved it when I hug cuddle you. You loved it when I carry you. You loved it when you're given a bath. You loved it when I kiss you. You loved it when I played with you. You loved my pillow. You loved to pooped in my room. I won't mind you pooping in my room hundred times if that's one way to keep you. I won't mind you biting and destroying things especially my shoes if that's one way for you to stay, I would be willing to buy shoes which you can bite. I won't mind spending money to buy you fried chicken and barbecue for you to be back in our family. Losing a dog like you is more than breaking up with someone. I don't mean to exaggerate things but this is exactly what I'm feeling now. I know I'm selfish and so I have to let go of you now. Be good there in Doggie Heaven, alright? I love you. I miss youuu baby boy Peppers.