Got a call. Someone found Calvin, he was in a poor neighborhood near of my house. After some bad calls, I was afraid to go there. I went there with mom and Raul, one of my dogs. It was Calvin. The last days he was with this family and used to go to school with one of the five kids - they told me that one day he entered the classroom and everyone started laughing. When he was at home, he used to stay with the 15 month old child. Before giving him back, all the kids hugged and kissed him, saying they’d miss him so much. But they looked as happy as we were. Calvin was sick, so we walked home as fast as we could to be able to take him to the vet. I was carrying him. Then when we arrived in front of our house, he died. Why life has to be so bittersweet.