Sassy

        I remember the day my grandparents brought home my baby Sassy, who was a small black miniature schnauzer. My cousins Victor, Courtney and Aletha came over to babysit me while my parents went to go “run errands”. Victor and I were sitting in the corner. the closest to the front door,  of our family room looking and fighting over the yellow pages in the phone book. The high pitch shrill from one of my cousins oohing over a little puppy caused me to turn my head towards the action. It was the first time that I saw my baby girl. I ran over to my grandparents along with my cousins, we soon began quarreling over who was gonna hold it first. Thankfully I won the argument because she belonged to me.

My mom originally wanted to name her Toothpick but I was unable to grasp the concept of a singular noun and insisted on calling her Teethpick. Since I insisted on  calling her an incorrect name so my mom finally settled on Sassy. She soon became a close and loving member of our family and continued to be so until the day she died on November 19, 2014. 

In her last final two years  I deeply regret how I treated and pushed her aside. We had recently gotten a new puppy,for the first time since sassy, 11 years earlier, a little well-behaved Boston terrier named Sweet Pea. Sassy had always been the center and favorite of the pets until S.pea came. I really and truly cannot express my feelings of sorrow towards this.  In the previous days before her death she began to seize out of nowhere and acted like she was in constant pain. We finally made the decision to have her euthanized and it was the second death that I had to deal with in just a short week period, but I know both her and my grandma are constantly looking down and watching over me.