I’m 17 years old i’m not very rich and I adopted pop whenever he was 5 weeks old. He was my best friend i’ve been living in this apartment since 2017 I really wanted a companion something to keep me going while having a lot going on. Our landlord made me find him another home recently and i’m stuck he means the absolute world to me and i just want him back home. Animals aren’t always supposed to be just treated like animals they shouldn’t get kicked out of a home just because of how they look or for any other reason he wasn’t destroying anything. He was the greatest thing that has happened to me in a long time and now i can’t call him mine.