The first clear memory I have of him was during a holiday when my dad brought him home. I was so excited to meet our new family member, because it had been a long time since we last had a dog. I remember he kept biting my feet even when I was standing still. He was extremely playful as a puppy, full of energy. I was even a little afraid to feed him at that time because he wouldn't stop biting me.

I took him for a walk once, and we saw many stray dogs barking at him. He was tiny and scared, and I was scared too, so I picked him up and went back home. During those years, we met him whenever my dad and I had holidays at the same time.

During the COVID period, my sister and I went to stay with my dad, and that was when I truly got to spend a lot of time with him. I took him for walks most of the time. We slept together and played together. One time, he got sick and my sister and I took him to the vet. Normally, my dad and another man would have to hold him still. Btw, to share a bit about him, he was very picky with food and afraid of medicine and vet needles since he was young. So,he struggled so hard to escape, but even then, he never bit me. His nails scratched my belly badly and I had many scratches--but somehow, I think I even loved those scars caused by him.

To cheer him up, I bought him a bed (which later became his favorite bed--the red bed) and some toys. He really loved them.

In December 2021, we had a family trip. Some roads could only be accessed by motorcycle, so I had to hold him the entire way. I remember carrying him the whole journey. That trip became one of our best memories, because usually our family had to stay separated, but this time we were all together--with every family member and our baby.

I loved picking him up and holding him every time he passed by. I loved all his little actions. He loved sitting on tables. He loved sleeping on our laps. He loved cheese and egg tarts and similar treats. He liked playing with balls. He always accompanied me and our family. Whenever I attended online classes or did anything, he was beside me. Whenever I ate alone, he was beside me. Whenever I went to collect deliveries, he walked beside me. Every night during those years, he slept with me.

Sadly, in January 2023, I had to go abroad. That was the last time I saw him, hugged him, and played with him. He stayed with my parents, still being loved and well taken care of. My mom loved him and treated him like a child. I missed the chance to go back home due to political situations.

In November 2025, the saddest thing happened--we found out he was facing kidney failure. I once thought about buying him a new bed, but my mom told me he loved his old bed very much, so she washed it and let him continue using it. The bed he cherished so deeply eventually became his final resting place.

On December 15, heaven took him.
He may no longer be here with us physically, but he spent his whole life surrounded by love, warmth, and family. He was never just a dog--he was our baby, our companion, and a part of our hearts. I believe he knew how deeply he was loved, and he will always live on in my memories, just as he always stayed beside me in life.

Thank you for choosing us and becoming part of our family. Thank you for growing up with us, for staying beside us in every ordinary moment, and for filling our home with warmth in ways you may never have known. Even when I was far away, you were always in my heart. I hope you felt safe, loved, and at peace until the very end. Rest gently now, in the bed you loved so much. You will always be our baby, and you will always be with me.