Papi was giving to me in the middle of august in 2012, I had just turned 9 years old. Two days previous of receiving papi, I had a dog named Sammy who we had to give to a cousin because he had a parade with all the fish my dad caught. I was confused as to why my mom would get rid of my puppy and gave me papi two days later. I didn’t want anything to do with him, then slowly we became best friends. Papi history is sad, he is originally from Florida. His original owners neglected him and left him to die. My auntie rescued him. Thank you Aunt Jenny. Gradually Papi immediately got attached to me. He never left my room, I trained him, we watched movies together and always cuddled. I even began to talk to him about my boy problems and let his blinks determine what I should do on the situation. He was my everything, literally my only friend. Unfortunately his life was cut short, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t live to his fullest when he was alive. The first two years of his life was brutal. But the remaining 10 years was everything to him. I love you 3000 Papi.