When I turned 9, I had a puppy-themed party in hopes that it would finally convince my dad to let me get a dog. The night before, my parents sat me down to tell me that I absolutely wasn’t getting one. Through tiny heaves and watery eyes, I pretended like I never expected that and thanked them for throwing me the party. Little did I know, that moment cracked my dad, and that Christmas, Chi Chi showed up as the greatest gift ever. She was independent and dramatic and only ate food if my mom cooked it (which she liked heated and with a little olive oil). She hated bows in her hair and barked at every other dog with all of the force her six pound body could muster. She always had her tongue hanging out the side of her toothless mouth and liked to cuddle up right under your neck. She was perfect and I couldn’t have possibly loved her more. Thanks for giving us the best 18 years, Chi 👼❤️🌈