I would like Gracy to be remembered as a loving, caring, long-coat Chihuahua dog. She meant a lot to my family, and I. She used to lick me in my mouth between 1995-2003. The rest of my family loved her a lot, except me after 2003. 

My dad bought his first laptop, and ever since then when she walked on wires my paranoa got the best of me. I was afraid she was going to kill my internet, cable, and phone connection.

It got me really angry at her, and that I really regret. I still see her in my dreams. I wished her death, and she slowly started fading away as a healthy dog. She couldn't walk, and was falling down all the time before we put her to sleep.

When the doctor checked her up he told us she has a progressive heart disease, and lung fluids that still could return even if they are ressucitated from her lungs. He told us that the best humane option was to put her to sleep, and so we did on February 4th, 2011.

She licked my mom in her mouth also, she played with her by throwing teddy bears, and toy dogs for her to fetch in our apartment, and got total enjoyment from walking her either with me, grandmother, dad, or by herself.

My aunt Irene worked in a Bide-A-Wee Animal Shelter in Manhattan, New York City, and she liked her. She brought her to us on October 20th, 1995 in a cage, let her out, and the first thing she did was run to the balcony door to ask to go outside to do her things.

She told us her name is Gracy, and that her previous owner died, and she was brought to Bide-A-Wee Animal Shelter. She didn't eat, or drink anything in the shelter, because she was missing her deceased owner.

My family, and I don't even know her real date of birth, because it wasn't included in her birth certificate. She was only a year when my aunt brought her to our house. That's why I wrote a date that approximately matches her date of birth, but it could be wrong also.

I'm sorry about that.

Sincerely, yours

Mikhail Fayn

P.S. I'm really sorry if I was cruel to our dog Gracy. My mental illness got the best of me.