I don’t think anyone gets it – when you’re so in tune with your dog and it’s your one and only constant source of comfort after every shit day in the world. Leaving Singapore sucks every single time because I feel like shit for leaving her behind. And she mopes for the next few days because she realises that I’m not going to come back for a long time. Until I come back and she refuses to let me out of her sight for the next 3 days. I think that I will be incredibly broken when she leaves me behind. Of every living being in this world, I think that I genuinely care for this silly poodle the most.
Update: Watched my first c-section, caught the puppy and it is alive!