Muñeca had been my pet dog for the last 15 years. She was given to me by my grandma when I was just eight years old. Out of all the puppies, she was the only one that came out entirely white and fluffy. She was perfect for us.
We knew that she was already old and that her time was possibly coming because for the past few years she was already walking very slowly and could not even run anymore. This last year, too, I noticed that her hearing was becoming impaired because she would not hear me when I would call her or she would jump scared when I came up from behind.
She was my baby so whenever someone would mention to me that her time was near, I would just ignore them and walk away, a little bit mad and irritated.
This past weekend, we all left for a small vacation away in California and left her at home. Of course we made sure that she would be fed and would always have clean water while we were away. The day before we left, though, my mom noticed something off about Muñeca, but didn’t mention anything to me because she did not want me to worry about it during my birthday weekend.
We returned home on Sunday night and I was not expecting to find what I found. I went straight to the backyard to say hi to her and tell her we were back, but what I found was heart wrenching. My baby was laying in her dog house.. struggling to breathe. As soon as she saw me she tried to get out, but her weak legs could barely hold her up. She made it out of her house, toppled over and collapsed right at my feet. I dropped to my knees and held her, tears streaming down my face.
I knew the time had come. Her chest was slowly moving up and down. She looked so helpless. It’s almost as if she decided to wait until we got home before passing away. I could hear her soft whimpers as I began to sob uncontrollably. At that point, we knew she wasn’t going to make it through the night. I told her I loved her dearly, carried her into her dog house, and tucked her in with her blanket. All I could do was make her last moments as comfortable as possible.
I could not sleep that night, especially knowing what I would wake up to. About half an hour past midnight, I heard Muñeca bark and howl right outside my window. It was a rare sound, none like I have ever heard before and that’s when I knew.. she was saying ‘goodbye’. My baby, Muñeca, was gone.
She lived 15 years with me. My little fluff-ball. She was like my therapist. When I was sad, I would always hold and hug her and she would make me feel better. She would lick my face almost as if saying that everything was going to be alright. Muñeca knew my deepest, darkest secrets. I could talk to her about anything and I knew that she would never judge me. She was there for the toughest and roughest parts of my life that I’ve had so far and I knew I could always count on her to put a smile on my face. There were even times when I would face time with her when I was away at school.
Unfortunately, Muñeca passed away on my grandma’s birthday.
I have so many memories of Muñeca from the way her hair covered her eyes when it got so long she could barely see, the way she would hide to avoid baths, the way I would celebrate her birthdays, the way it seemed like she wouldn’t chew but rather swallow her treats whole, the way I would sneak her into the house, and just so many more.
She is now buried in our backyard along with her favorite blanket. I plan on planting a tree right above her resting spot so she can have some shade during the summer. It’s really strange now looking towards the backyard and not seeing her. I get home from work expecting her to be jumping and waiting for me at the door only to be reminded that she is no longer here. I am heart broken.
It might sound weird that I am this affected by my pet, but Muñeca was a huge part of my life and she helped me through a lot. I was really attached to her and loved her dearly. She was part of our family.
Rest in peace, my Muñeca. You gave me 15 years of smiles, laughter, and happiness. I will miss you. ♥