Pepper, our lovely 6 year old dachshund, passed away yesterday, August 22.
I remember how small she was when she first arrived, a gift from a family friend. My mom told me that we would be getting a dachshund puppy, and my sister and I were planning to name her Salami. But when she arrived, we took one look at her and said "Pepperoni, not Salami. Pepper for short."
I bought her dog food, paid for her visits to the vet. Then I moved to Manila when she was a year old, but she never forgot me. Whenever I arrived for vacations, my mom would comment that Pepper acted happier around me. She was my baby, after all.
I'm sorry I didn't pay much attention to her last time I went home during Holy Week. She moved slower (she was really fat and kinda waddled around) and I told my mom Pepper needed exercise. During the last 2 months, she was getting sick a lot. And yesterday, she breathed her last. I could hear my mom sniffling when she called to give me the news.
Rest in peace, dear Pepper. You certainly did add spice to our lives.
