Chica was a good dog. She was 15 or 16, and the last dog that any of my siblings had. This was my youngest sister’s dog. I remember when they moved to a tiny apartment and brought Chica to live with us and our (at the time) dogs and cats. At the time, they hadn’t had any cats, so we were concerned that Chica would chase / attack the cats. After a little while, she made it c…