wizardcel
Lolicon, anti aoc advocate and sexual marxist.
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He lived with us for 14 years. We adopted him in 2004 when he was only a few months old. I was in 8th grade at the time. Now, I'm pushing 30. It's a weird feeling... it's hard to describe it. He was the last connection between me and my 15 year-old-self. Every time I looked at him, I remembered my teenage years. I think I'm not only grieving the passing of my dog, but also the loss of the last connection to that happy time of my life. It's like that 15 year-old-boy only existed in the back of my memory through my dog, and now he's also gone. I don't even know if what I'm saying makes sense to anyone. Anyhow, I needed to get this load off my chest.