Biggie

To day was the day that biggie died.  (11/5/22)

Biggie smalls was a grumpy little chihuahua. 

A chihuahua everyone loved to hate.

But we all knew he was loved.

We treated him like a baby even though we knew he kinda hated that.. or rather.. only liked that sort of attention from certain people. He was a nice dog. A brave, funny, grumpy and kind soul. He acted like somebody’s Mexican grandpa, something I learned to love about him. 

I think his last days were great days for him.

He had his birthday, he ate a lot of beef, he spent most of his time at lulas, he got to spend some time with nely upstairs, and I even gave him a kiss. The only thing that could’ve made it better was if my grandma was here. 

He loves my grandma, I even think he loves her more than lula. So I know if she were here he would’ve left this earth more peacefully. I feel like he was fighting so hard just for her. Just to see her one more time… to hear her voice even if it was just to call his name.. or maybe he wanted to see my mom.. or he just really wanted to live.

Whether that was an animal’s instinct, or if he had some sort of unfinished business.. It was very hard to see him struggling to stay alive. It was so hard to see him going through so much pain, knowing we couldn’t do anything to make it easier for him.

 I just hope he’s happy, and he gets to eat everything we couldn’t feed him. I hope he’s at peace and knows that even though some of us were mean to him.. that we loved him so much.

I love you so much biggie, rest easy bubs<3