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Bichon Frice Lovers, 1100 N Crescent RD APT 108, Bloomington, IN (2026)

09/08/2026

I'm also beautiful dog. But so far nobody has loved my picture.🥰🥰

09/06/2026

Today is my baby’s birthday! 10 years old, but still my baby forever. ❤️

09/05/2026

Lost my best little fluffy friend… and my heart is still trying to understand how to exist without her.
My sweet Bichon Frise Millie was only 21 months old.
Twenty-one months of sunshine, cuddles, playful spins, and the kind of joyful love only a Bichon can give — tiny in size but overflowing with personality and warmth.
And now the house feels impossibly empty.
Everything started so suddenly.
She stopped eating.
At first, I told myself it was nothing. Bichons can be a little picky. Maybe she was just being dramatic about her food. She’d be back to bouncing around the kitchen tomorrow.
But tomorrow came… and she still wouldn’t eat.
Then another day.
Then another.
So I did what any worried dog parent would do — I took her to the vet, hoping for something simple. Something fixable.
They told me she had an intestinal blockage.
They said she needed surgery.
I agreed without hesitation because of course I did.
Because you trust the professionals.
Because you believe you’re making the decision that will save your baby.
What I didn’t know — what I only learned later — was that Millie actually died on the operating table.
They revived her.
But this was never fully disclosed at the time.
They cleared her small intestine from an undetermined blockage.
They told me her intestines were more inflamed than they had ever seen. Dry as a bone.
After surgery…
She was not my Millie.
My happy little shadow who used to follow me everywhere.
The girl who would do tiny excited spins when I walked through the door.
The fluffy cuddle bug who loved curling up in my lap like a living cloud.
Neurologically, she struggled.
She could barely walk.
She still wouldn’t eat.
Her bright, round eyes looked confused. Unsteady. Not understanding why her playful little body wouldn’t cooperate anymore.
I kept hoping.
Kept believing.
Kept telling myself she just needed time.
After a week at the vet, she finally came home.
I thought that meant we had made it through the worst.
But three days later…
After a l