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My Best Friend Died December 28, 2021, and I Just Found Out Today
But more importantly, I haven’t seen him in two years.
His name was Bill, but we called him Billy. He came from a broken home, and we adopted him from a guy in Columbus. He and his girlfriend had broken up, and Billy didn’t get along with the English Bulldog he had, and apparently, it was his ex’s dog. I’m not sure of the whole story, but my ex-wife found him on eBay, and we drove to Columbus, Ohio, to get him.
When we walked into the guy’s house, Billy was thrilled! He had “hops” for a French Bulldog! I walked in, and he jumped a good 3 feet in the air in excitement, looked me right in the eyes, and then took off up the steps. His owner asked if we still wanted him; YES! Hell, yes, we do! We loved his energy. It matched ours; we were always on some type of adventure.
We got him home the first night, and he was depressed; we could sense it. The following day, we went to work, and he was housebroken, so we left him out. I owned a bakery at the time, and I could come home and check on him.
I left early that day and came home to a disaster! He has severe separation anxiety, we later found out. He had a habit of pulling all the cushions off the couch and piling them in the corner; it was some weird shit! He even went around…
