I also really really want another papillon, and my first papillon Alfie (prince Alfred) died when I was 22. I moved out of the house at 17 and I was there a little bit again at age 19 and then I left again, and he died from poisoning while being house sat by my grandmother and my ex best friend Aimee's mother (and I also have been missing Aimee somewhat)
my bond with Alfie was closer than any other bond that I had at the time because of the innocense and emotional and physical safety and trust needs that were met by him and honestly only him, a dog. a small little quirky and sickly in some ways dog. and I have been feeling lonely lately, but I was beyond devastated that Alfie doed and I still am, to the point that I still have crying meltdowns over it because I sometimes think that he died because I "abandoned" him. yes, I am aware that I had to go on and try to live my adult life, but I wish that I had the resources to keep him with me. anyway, Alfie is gone from this world, but when I think of devastating loss, I think of Alfie ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ’”💔
just joking
just joking