Looks like I'm always unable to shed tears in these sad occasions ... but it doesn't mean I'm that cold.
My father took Diva to a special place and asked for new analysis, it turned out that Diva had a malignant tumor (that's what my father told me; I don't know if I can actually believe him, since my lil puppy was always happy even with those problems) and the vet decided to put her to sleep without my agreement.

I'm still shocked and it's hard for me to accept that Diva is gone. I just wish to have been able to give her more love and pay more attention to her; I was kind of absent in these months and I'll never forget how blind I've been. I wish I could hug her one last time.

I met her at the dog pound of Mariano Comense on September 8th and brought her here in Spain on April 8th as well. I'll never forget her beautiful eyes! Goodbye sweetheart! We'll meet again someday.