Money, The Best Dog Ever

by Jessica (Anh Dao) Nguyen
(Houston TX)

Oh, why did you leave? Money, you clever dog. Today is September 18th, the day you died of being attacked by two rottweilers. I hope you live in peace and wait for me at the gates of Heaven, however long I take. I will never forget you, all of your crazy antics, or when you cheated death many times.

You, being the tiniest chihuahua who was supposed to die at birth, always remember that you are loved. The way my mother held you all the time, I never thought you'd ever die. You were a survivor, as I put it. I hope you loved my mother as much as she loved you. She wept as you lay there, motionless in her arms. She hugged you tightly, and didn't care if your blood went all over her shirt. You died in my arms, the most heartbreaking moment of my life.

Oh, why did you have to die that way? Why did those two dogs have to do that to you? Money, you were stolen from this world too early. Please wait for me to come with you, to accompany you in death.

You were always the one to comfort me when I was sad. You sat on my lap, and kept me warm on the coldest nights. Even though you are small, you were always the warmest thing in the room. You played with me when everyone else was asleep, and when someone attempted to hit me, you protected me.

I remember when you jumped off the bed bravely, just to go to me, my mother, sister, brother, or father.

I thought you'd stay with me a little longer....

There are many things I can write, but my tears are making me unable to.

Rest in peace, Money Nguyen, you clever dog, who lived to be five years old. Rest in peace.