Around May 2017, My grandmother came home after going to Plainveiw TX, she came home with our puppo "baby."
At first we were gonna call him "corazón" But my family didn't know how to say it.
(corazón means "heart" in Spanish just if any of you guys were wondering...)
We got the name 'Baby' because of how tiny he was when we first got him. We loved him as soon as we saw him. As a few days pass by, the only thing that would take up most of our time of the first few days would be that one playful lil child...
My grandmother would get annoyed sometimes on how he would use the bathroom around the house because on how he was a newborn also of course he wouldn't know where to use the bathroom he is still a child Grandma!
She would get mad sometime and would threaten to take him back to the pound or just throw him outside for that one stupid reason
(why must you do this?! He is only a child Grandma!)
Sometime around the end of June 2017... It was early in the morning when we were getting ready for school...
(School... SCREEE—)
My evil grandmother fucking threw him on my bed and the words that she said so calmly like EVERYTHING WAS OKAY was,
"Oh look he's dying"
My thoughts were just thinking 'why the fuck does she say this like its normal??' And then I realized why he was dying... I left chocolate on the table... and he was on my lap while I was doing homework...on the table... god my regrets...
The next thing you know I'm in tears... along with my sisters and my brother... BUT GUESS WHA?? My grandma didn't give a shit... she had no heart at the moment and THREW HIM OUTSIDE in the cold... God seeing him dying was one of the worst memories I still have... our mother didn't care either and told us to get ready and leave off too school... I didn't want to leave my child... but I didn't want to piss her off and let her do something else to baby... ;-;
We went to school and god I looked like a pretty damn hot mess... but I don't matter in this situation :p
When I got home all sad and droopy I hear a "Bork~" I was questioning until I realized baby was A-OKAY :D my grandma took him to the vet and I was sad NO MORE :'DDD
(except I'm still sad why I exist...)
So then WE ALL made sure not to bring chocolate near by baby cause my family will just BLAME IT ON ME AGAIN :'D end me...
He needed to take medicine to have his his blood sugar balanced because that's what the problem was... The doctors said that his blood sugar was low...
A few weeks later he was then fully cured and now he is a happy livin puppo :3
He was what got me here til this day after my other grandma passed away in 2016...
(Still miss you...~ ;-;)
Baby is a lil hero to me because of that... my brother and sister use to treat him like he's a toy and now I am the hero... at least they stopped because of that one video I showed them...
That was the video I showed them... I cry too much irl that it's hardly noticeable... sorry I'm getting carried away...
Baby had two seizures when he was healing but he is a happy going puppo till this day :3
And now most of the time he usually plays with his sock monkey X3
Ehh... this took me forever but it's worth it~
I LOVE YOU MY BABY DOG CHILD <3
And how emotional this was...
I'm gonna go watch Eddsworld or something now....
