On October 23, 2025, our little dog Cheese went on his usual afternoon walk with my mom at Central Park (Lake Elizabeth) in Fremont, CA.

It was supposed to be a peaceful day.

But out of nowhere, a large off-leash dog came charging at full speed.

My mom had no time to react before the dog bit down on Cheese and refused to let go.

She screamed and pulled with her bare hands, fighting to save him.

Even when the owner arrived, she couldn’t control her dog.

She had to call her man, and together they ripped their dog off of Cheese’s tiny body.

Cheese was covered in blood, shaking, and barely breathing.

The men said they would “put their dog in the car,” but instead —

they drove away.

They left, as if nothing had happened.

There were many witnesses, including park workers.

But my mom was in shock — she wasn’t thinking about anything except saving him.

We rushed Cheese to the emergency hospital.

The vet told us his intestines were torn apart and his body covered in deep bite wounds.

He went through major surgery, but he was in constant pain.

He couldn’t eat, couldn’t move, and had to rely on tubes to survive.

He developed infection, intestinal blockage, vomiting, and anemia.

His little body suffered more than anyone should.

For five long days in ICU, Cheese fought to live.

Even when he could barely move, he would still look at us with those soft, trusting eyes —

as if saying, “I’m trying… I want to stay.”

But on the fifth day, he couldn’t fight anymore.

Cheese passed away. He was only four years old.

We borrowed so much money trying to save him — we would have done anything for him.

But even after everything, he still left us.

The total medical cost reached $20,707, but no number can describe what he went through.

He didn’t go peacefully — he suffered, and that’s what will forever break our hearts.

Since that day, we’ve been doing everything we can.

For a week, we couldn’t even breathe, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t talk about it.

All we did was try to save him, minute by minute.

Now, as I write this, my hands are still shaking.

This is the first time we’ve had the strength to tell his story.

We’ve been in contact with Animal Control, providing witness statements and every detail we remember.

But a week has passed, and there’s still no sign of those two people or their dog.

Every day feels heavier — like justice is slipping further away.

We feel hopeless.

We did everything we could, and still… Cheese is gone.

My mom hasn’t been the same.

She wakes up crying, hearing his last sounds, blaming herself.

But it wasn’t her fault.

It was their cruelty that took him from us.

Cheese was our family.

He was sweet, gentle, loving — pure joy in the shape of a little dog.

Now the house is quiet. His bed is empty.

We still expect to hear his footsteps, but he’s not here anymore.

Thank you for reading, for caring, and for keeping his story alive.

Please help us share this — help us find the people who did this.

At the end of this post,

we will include the photo of the two people and their dog who ran away after the attack.

If anyone recognizes them, please let us know or share this page.

They must be found —

for Cheese,

and for every innocent life that deserves to be safe.