She was kind, loving, and funny, but she always had breathing issues as far as I can remember. One day on St Patrick's day weekend we went up to Murphy's California. We came back home a couple days after that said weekend. But came back home to find that her breathing had gotten worse. So we drove her to the emergency veterinarian so we could get it checked out. Then they come back and they say we can do a swab for fungus or a MRI or something like that. We chose the swab cause we're definitely not rich. (Keep in mind that the MRI thing is like around $300-$3000, I obviously wanted the MRI but my mom told me we can't get it). A few days later the swab came back negative. It progressively got worse and they gave this medication that's like a liquid and tastes like bacon. Fast forward to the October 19th of 2018, I was at the skate park with my friend and my dad comes to pick us up, I then proceeded to call my mom to see if he could stay the night. I called her to find out Trixie wasn't breathing and my brother was trying to give her mouth to mouth but it wasn't working so we rushed home and my mom and brother were driving to the emergency emergency veterinarian . My mom and brother went in and the vet asked if she wanted to do CPR on her. Turns out they did it for fifteen minutes and they finally broke us the bad news: she didn't make it.

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