Pets should be forever. Dexy was a little dog that was my fourth pet. The first when my life changed forever. I'll tell you the story. Is long. If you are animal lovers read it to the end. Remember this is a google translation, I only speak Spanish. It starts like this... With the death of my mother, very strong things happened in my life, maybe one day I'll be encouraged to tell it. The truth is that we moved to my grandmother's house and after I graduated from high school, I started working to be able to pay for my university studies. At that time I worked in many things, stores, bakeries, street food sales, among others... When I worked in a flower shop, the owner gave me a little dog. She won my love immediately. She was with me from 2012 to 2016 when my daughter was born. I moved to my daughter's father's house and she stayed at my grandmother's house since my daughter's grandmother did not like animals. I always brought her food and took her to the vet and she was fine. Then a cousin's wife would move into my parents' house, at that time the house was in very bad shape, but she was desperate because she had separated from my cousin. We gave her the keys and she asked me to take the dog to take care of the house and not be alone here. I accepted, on the condition that she take care of her. She was living here but at some point she stopped staying in the house, then they robbed her because she was sleeping in other places and she decided to leave. I didn't know anything about this because she lived in a remote area, the Falconian mountains. When I separated from my daughter's father, I returned to my grandmother's house and there was my cousin's ex-wife. When I asked about Dexy, she told me that she gave her to a vet because she had many ticks and she couldn't take care of her, I was angry but calm, I left things like that. 2 years passed and thanks to Somee I restored my house. The same house where my cousin's wife lived. One of my neighbors told me what happened with the dog and I decided to investigate. They all confirmed to me that she had abandoned the dog, that she had her tied up, starving and without water. The neighbors released her and gave them leftover food. Then she earned everyone's affection and one of them rescued her from the streets. I had a lot of mixed feelings and decided to get closer. The house is in front of mine. When I saw her, I was surprised, she didn't recognize me at the moment but she was very pretty, well cared for, she even had a daughter, they told me that she was obedient and with good manners but that the daughter was the opposite. I laughed. I educated that little dog and she never changed. I thanked them for what they did and explained that I did not abandon her. I felt guilty but in the end I managed to accept what happened. Today Dexy died, in her home, for some reason I feel a great emptiness. She had my love, I never stopped loving her. 11 years making everyone happy and I can rest assured that she was happy. She was with me and she was with them.