nekdoneco123
Esteemed Citizen of ZV
my very first crush died today. he lived for, for a newfie and a bit of a saint bernard very impressive, 17 years.
he was a boy of my best friend's parents and the day i met him my dreams (well, wet dreams too) changed drastically... they were all about him. he was to me a text book example of "love on first sight". for quite some time i used to come up with all sorts of random excuses just to go visit him, even just for a few minutes. for a single touch...
even tho he was very likely "just a dog" to his ppl, he was loved and pampered. he even had his own sofa.
he was one of my very first experiences, he didn't sire any pups before that so i was likely his very first.
he's probably the number one reason i heavily prefer "fluffy boys" over anyone else.
when my bestie moved away from his parents, and i lost my only "realistic" reason to visit there, it took some years, countless nights filled with tears and me meeting my now late George to get over him.
i have no idea why they felt the need to notify me of his passing, but they did and now i'm sitting here half-broken, contemplating what have been and what might have been if stuff like visiting someone you don't really know that well with "hey, can i take your dog out (for a date)?" wasn't fucking impossible.
Nuny, i never stopped loving you, i just had to because it was expected from me... you weren't "mine" in the one sense that matters in this world. maybe we'll run into each other in the next.
he was a boy of my best friend's parents and the day i met him my dreams (well, wet dreams too) changed drastically... they were all about him. he was to me a text book example of "love on first sight". for quite some time i used to come up with all sorts of random excuses just to go visit him, even just for a few minutes. for a single touch...
even tho he was very likely "just a dog" to his ppl, he was loved and pampered. he even had his own sofa.
he was one of my very first experiences, he didn't sire any pups before that so i was likely his very first.
he's probably the number one reason i heavily prefer "fluffy boys" over anyone else.
when my bestie moved away from his parents, and i lost my only "realistic" reason to visit there, it took some years, countless nights filled with tears and me meeting my now late George to get over him.
i have no idea why they felt the need to notify me of his passing, but they did and now i'm sitting here half-broken, contemplating what have been and what might have been if stuff like visiting someone you don't really know that well with "hey, can i take your dog out (for a date)?" wasn't fucking impossible.
Nuny, i never stopped loving you, i just had to because it was expected from me... you weren't "mine" in the one sense that matters in this world. maybe we'll run into each other in the next.