Being a New Yorker

 First visit at a veterinarian in the Midtown west of New York didn't confirm my heart murmur but neither did it erase it from records.  So, when Mommy got me medical insurance I was covered for everything But heart diseases.  ❤️ My heart was strong until the very last day , March 28th 2023 when a veterinarian injected me with Phenobarbital and killed me. I died of respiratory failure but I will tell you more about this later. 

Let's have fun in NYC while we can! Boy I loved Central Park , the squirrels and my friends.  I was out on walks few times a day and always surprised by this City. Initially me and Mommy and her boyfriend lived on the upper east side,  79th street in a very fancy building.  The apartment was nicely decorated and felt like heaven to me. She even celebrated my birthday every year, no matter what.  I was allowed champaign only on my birthday,  milk and dry food the rest of the time. Her office was across the park on 84th street and CPW so we would cross central park at least twice a day. 

I was a stubborn French bulldog you can imagine,  and I never 🚶‍♀️ as I was expected in the first few months of my life. I would stop and halt traffic if I found an interesting sniff or friend.  And nothing could move me but a soft smiley Please from my Mommy. As a Frenchy, I knew how to get respect and thrived on it. Soon I was king in my home, quarter,  office and ..the City.