Exactly one month ago today I lost my dog. She was a chihuahua and only 8 years old. My grandfather was walking her around his neighborhood, as he did everyday, and another dog jumped on her. She went to the vet and got 16 staples in her side. She only survived three days after that. She was my first dog I have had her since I was 8 years old. She was literally my best friend. I slept with her every night from her first night with me to her last night she lived on this earth. The doctors told me she was going to be alright, she wouldn't eat anything for three days and she wouldn't take her pills. To make things worse i moved houses on the day she passed so she never even got to see my new house. Everyday I think about her and how she affected my life. I just want to say thank you for making my day everyday for six years. You may be gone but you will never be forgotten.