Prince was my first dog, a beautiful Irish Setter with endless energy and a surprisingly noble presence. His name came first, but it turned out to fit him perfectly — he truly carried himself like a little prince.

He was incredibly loyal and deeply attached to me. If I left without him, he would sometimes get offended. Once my father took me for a ride on his motorbike, and Prince tried to run after us. When he couldn’t keep up, he stayed behind… and later made sure everyone knew he wasn’t happy about it.

Prince even had his own sneaker to play with. That way he never touched anyone else’s shoes. But he didn’t want us to throw it — he wanted a chasing game. If I stopped running and sat down, he would place the sneaker in front of me… only to grab it again and run away the moment I reached for it.

We lived in a house with a garden, and on weekends we often walked or ran together in the nearby fields.

Even though he was only part of my life for a short time, Prince taught me something I never forgot — what true attachment and unconditional loyalty really mean.

Prince was my first dog, but the bond we shared stayed with me forever.