I... had a dog. I had a few dogs. I loved them, confided in them, shared their warmth... But my parents, despite being the ones who wanted them in the first place, would never take care of them, and tiny little me and my tiny little siblings weren't responsible enough to take care of them ourselves. But then one of them got hit by a car after we locked him out one night by accident. Riley was the only person I've ever cried for. And eventually we had to give the others away when we moved. I'm crying again now. For the first time in ages. ;_;
I think I'll get a dog when I move out.