Size
(when grown) Small 25 lbs (11 kg) or less
Details
Good with dogs,
Spayed or Neutered,
Shots are up-to-date,
Story
Hi… my name is Kupong 🤍
I’m a 7-year-old silver Poodle girl, only 4kg — small enough to hold in your arms, and hoping to stay there for the rest of my life.
I was rescued from a euthanasia list. I was waiting quietly for my name to be called. If help had come a little later, I might not be here to tell you my story. Someone once loved me — I’m sure of it. I know how to live in a home. I recognize the warmth of human touch. Even when I meet someone for the first time, I walk right up and let myself be held, as if being in someone’s arms is the most natural place in the world.
So sometimes people wonder… what happened? How did I end up alone? I don’t have the answer. But I still choose to love people. I truly love being near you. I’ll come up without hesitation, look into your eyes, and gently ask for affection. With my tiny body, I lean in close — as if I’m checking, “You won’t leave me too… right?”
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Because being left alone is the hardest thing for me. When I’m home by myself, I feel anxious. I look for footsteps, for familiar sounds, for any sign that I’m not alone forever. Maybe it’s because I’ve been left behind before. Being alone again feels especially frightening to me.
For me, a house isn’t just a space. It’s a promise — a promise that says, “I’m not leaving you.”
There’s something else I need you to know. I’m extremely sensitive about the back of my neck. If someone grabs my scruff, I shrink instantly. I may flinch or freeze in fear. It’s more than simple sensitivity — it could be a memory my body hasn’t forgotten. I need gentle hands. I need to be handled with respect. Rather than force, I respond to softness — almost like you’re speaking to me through touch.
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As a Poodle, I carry the traits my breed is known for:
• Very intelligent
• Deeply attuned to human emotions
• Strongly bonded to my person
I’m quick to notice your mood. I want to be near you. I form deep attachments. And that means I may struggle more than some dogs when left alone. My love runs deep — and so does my need to feel secure.
I’m 7 years old. Not a puppy, but not old either. I still have many beautiful years ahead of me to share with someone. I’m not looking for a temporary stop. I’m not looking for another goodbye. I’m waiting for a home where I won’t be left behind again — a family who is around often, who chooses patience over harsh discipline, and who understands that love, once broken, needs reassurance to stay strong.
I already know how to love people. Now I just need someone who will protect that love until the very end. From a euthanasia list… to your arms.
Will you be my last family? 🤍🐾
