First, when I was a child I wanted to have a pet, but it was almost impossible.

However, one day

while I was walking near my house, I found an abandoned dog, I immediately adopt him, his
name was Ozzy.
• Later, as time went by, my family and I organized family trips in which
Ozzy was included, we took short trips, but it was wonderful
• Then, one day Ozzy was feeling bad, for no apparent reason and I
decided to take him to the vet, I was really scared. We got to the vet
and the vet told me that it was a common problem, perhaps because
of the type of food Ozzy was eating, the vet prescribed pills for him to
recover quickly, and affortunately, that was the case. After that, we
change his food to get a healthier life
• However, on Sunday night he felt bad, he didn't want to eat, he was
lying in his bed and he had a fever, I guess. It was too late to take him
to the vet, so, we waited until tomorrow and that was it. Last, it
turned out that Ozzy was born with a kidney problem that was
complicated over time
• Ozzy died on a Wednesday morning, and left a huge hole in my heart.
3 years have passed, and I still imagine him walking in the park, I still
remember him every time I see his bed. Rest in peace, dear Ozzy.