We adopted you in 2008. You were a few weeks old. Dad did not expect you, but there you were, and you stole his heart. I love it when I hear, “Where’s my girl?” from my dad, even though it’s not for me, I’m glad it’s for you. I’m glad he accepted you and started loving you like you were one of his girls.
You are so spoiled. I think we spoil you way too much, but you deserve it. You’re such a good girl we can’t be mad at you. Even though you sometimes ‘GO’ anywhere if we don’t open the backyard door for you, that’s our fault, not yours. See spoiled.
Chihuahuas are known to be small and loud, but not you. You don’t have time to bark at the mailman. You look like a reindeer, with your long arms and legs. Your white fur chest is like you wearing a fur coat, fancy. Dad loves your white paws, you look like you’re wearing white socks, just like him!
Thank you for being there for me. Even though you don’t speak human, I feel like you understand me. You know when it’s time for lunch, when it’s time for a walk, when it’s time to go to bed, you’re just too smart for this world.
No matter how tired I am, I always make time to play with you. Going for walks is my favorite part of the day. We get our exercise but we also get to spend alone time together.
There are so many reasons why I love you. You are my best friend, my sister. Thank you for loving me when I feel unloved. I hope you know how blessed I am to have you in my life.
Love your sister, Sam.