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The first week after finding out how someone so carelessly took care of my fur child. He knew exactly how much I loved Gureum. The emotions got the best of me, so I ended up breaking up with him.

If he couldn't take care of a fur child, how was he ever going to take care of a real child. It made me realize, he didn't take this relationship too seriously.

Various feelings mixed within me, everything was going downhill. I couldn't eat as much, talk to anyone, or even go outside like a normal person. Gureum was the only living soul that could give me motivation.

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After a year of searching and putting up posters, I lost hope.

I really missed the people who I had close to me. Except I had really lost them, with no possibilities to see them again.

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Another year passed, March 6, 2017. I grew used to no Gureum, nor my Grandmother, or even my Ex. Unlike those dramatic shows, I learned moved on.

As I was going from the convieniant store, I heard the smallest of footsteps. It was raining, so there was occasional splashes, from puddles.

I looked behind and found no one, am I becoming paranoid? I mean, I knew I was crazy, but not this mental.

The sound continued, so I stopped in my tracks. Suddenly earning a light impact on my leg, I looked down to see a small dog in a raincoat.

A leash trailing from behind, I gaped in awe at how cute this was.

Then walking to a nearby bus stop, suprisingly the pupper continued to follow. They reminded me a lot of Gureum.

Placing the bags onto the bench, I kneeled on the pavement to pick her up. To my shock, she didn't fight back, instead she attacked me with kisses.

From her looks and behavior I could easily mistake the little fluff for Gureum.. Gureum.

"Gureum?" I called, shocked as I examined her from head to tail. Her response was to wag her tail, and cutely bark. "Gureum!!" I cried, pulling her to my chest.

"I missed you! How have you be-" I stopped to a realization. She had a mini raincoat and a different colored collar.

Someone other than me, owns her.

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