My beautiful baby, Bello. Sixteen years ago, you came into my life during my first trip to Colombia—and it was you who chose us. In addition to visiting my husband's homeland with him and some friends, I was also hoping to find a companion for my first puppy, Puchi, from the same breeder he came from, in a town called Bello, in Medellín. When I called, they told me they had three Shih Tzus available, but only one was up to date on all his shots and ready to travel. Without even seeing you, I said, "Bring me that one."

 

I still remember the night you arrived. A messenger rode his motorcycle up the hill to my friend's farm. When I asked for you, he reached into his backpack and pulled you out with one hand. You were so tiny, so beautiful. I named you "Beautiful," not just because of where you came from, but because you truly were beautiful. That night, with nothing else to give you, we fed you hot dogs, and you devoured them. That same joyful love of human food stayed with you all your life.

 

When I brought you home to Florida, your older brother Puchi was happy. He treated you like his own son, waking us up if you cried, always watching over you. You two were inseparable—playing, cuddling, and loving each other every day. You both lived a beautiful life with us.

 

When Puchi left, you were left alone with us, and you became our baby. I took you everywhere—to restaurants, car rides, long walks, to the beach. Those last six years with you were full of fun, adventure, and love.

 

A year and a half ago, when you lost the use of your back legs, you showed me what true strength and courage meant. I'll never forget the joy I felt that December day when I got you some wheels. Instead of dragging your legs, you walked again, full of life. Some people told me to put you to sleep, but I knew, just by looking into your eyes, that you still wanted to live. Those wheels gave you a second chance, and I was determined to give you the best life possible, despite your disability.

 

There were times I wondered if I was being selfish by keeping you with me, but God gave me the strength and the answers. I found ways to care for you, to keep you happy and comfortable until the very end. In many ways, you prepared me for motherhood—feeding you, changing your diaper, bathing you, waking me up in the night to help you. You taught me patience, resilience, and the will to never give up.

 

I will love you forever, my Beauty. You were my joy, my teacher, my little soulmate. Thank you for choosing me, for loving me unconditionally, and for giving me sixteen years of pure devotion.