Peach was adopted from In Our Hands Rescue on February 2, 2019, the same day she arrived to New York from a high-kill shelter in Miami. She was a chihuahua mix with the best personality; spunky, playful, sweet, sassy and super lovable.

She loved Greenies, fetch, faux fur blankets, rolling around in the grass, plush toys, snow days, sprinting in circles, blow dryers, cheese, being off the leash, cuddle time, and sunbathing.

Her favorite places were the suburbs, my bed, the dog park, the couch she wasn’t allowed on, poolside, on anyone’s lap, or snuggled under a blanket.

Peach was my first dog, and best friend. When she passed away suddenly one night, I was devastated. I later discovered she had heart worm disease that wasn’t detected on the first test she received, and was then too far along to be intercepted by the preventative medication she was taking. It was heartbreaking, and extremely difficult to accept her passing.

I remember reaching out to close friends and family… The outpouring of love and support they showed me was amazing. Conversations with them slowly began to shift my mentality from thinking about the night Peach passed away, to all of the memories we made together.

We exchanged stories about her contentment with laying in a patch of sunlight that flooded the carpet, her calmness in snuggling on my lap as I sipped my morning cup of coffee, and her excitement over my daily question, “Do you want to go outside?” which followed with a herding routine to get me out the door as quickly as possible.

Friends joked with me, reminiscing on her “pampered” lifestyle, to which I plead the fifth (she deserved it). The thought of how much joy she brought into my life, and how much love I brought into hers, gave me peace.

Though it was short, I’m so grateful for the time I had with Peach. She taught me to find happiness in the simplest of moments.

I was building a page on this blog for Peach, before she passed away. I was excited to publish a short story section, filled with tales of her adventures. I wrote three stories to start the page off, and closed my laptop a few hours before she passed. When I look back now to those stories, somehow, I think my writing them before her passing was meant to be.

My time with Peach was so precious, and the lesson she taught me, to stop and appreciate the smallest of things that life has to offer, is one that I’ll carry with me always.


I spent the eve of 2020 in Vermont visiting my closest family friends. We were in a beautiful home nestled in a wooded area, snow was falling, it was like straight out of a movie. Turkey had just come out of the oven, and was resting on the dining table. We all grabbed a plate of food and headed for the family room to play games while we ate. Suddenly, I heard a shriek followed by an outburst of laughter. I instinctively ran towards the noise, and there was Peach. Standing on top of the dining room table. Head down, eating the turkey. The shame and embarrassment I felt was soaring. Peach probably had the time of her life.


When Peach was first rescued, it was clear she was timid and scared. Her paperwork showed that she was picked up as a stray. She was in and out of different shelters in Miami for a few months before being transferred to New York. I knew that Peach had a sweet and loving personality, but she was clearly exhausted and mostly slept for the first few days we spent together. On our walks, Peach would stay directly behind me. She avoided any other dogs walking in our direction with a skittish reaction that routinely caused me to trip over her.

Over time, Peach gradually became more and more comfortable with other dogs. She finally started approaching them, and I could tell she wanted to play but didn’t exactly know how to. A few months later, I brought her to her first dog park. I was nervous to let Peach off the leash; at only 11 pounds, she was the smallest dog at the park by far. But I was comfortable knowing it was less crowded that day than I had seen in the past, with only a golden retriever and pit bull playing inside the fence.

I let her off the leash, and she stuck by me. I tried to run with her a bit, and warm her up to the new environment, but her eyes didn’t leave the other two dogs. They were fast, and running around her, jumping on me, wanting to play. I turned to their owners to strike up some conversation, and when I looked back down, Peach was running alongside the other dogs. Chasing them, teasing them, running back to me and jumping on me with excitement, leaving me to race back to them. I was so proud of her in that moment.


Yes, I went overboard with treats and tons of toys. My family gifted sweaters, a fluffy bed, a harness, and more treats & toys. All I can say, is that her reaction was totally worth it.