Talking about my first love is difficult. Not because I miss a person, because my first love was not a person. My first love was a dog. Oddly enough, she didn't come into my life until my early preteens, and was put to sleep right before my teenage years came to a close. Her name was Priscilla, or Prissy for short and she was a Lab/Chow mix. My mother had rescued her from a man that threatened to shoot her and deemed her as my dog, and a friend for our older Lab/Chow mix, Rico. She loved sleeping under our deck and would sit while I painted her nails with pink nail polish. I loved her. And still miss her.
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