From the minute I saw him, Patch and I were inseparable. It’s no exaggeration to say he was the only consistent, loyal male figure in my life.
He knew my every emotion. He fell asleep with me every night, his heart beating next to mine. He’d sit in the bathroom while I had a bath; snuggle up to me when I was sad.
He was my soulmate… well, my soul-dog. Because Patch was my miniature Jack Russell.
Which is why, when he died last month, I knew I couldn’t just let him go. I wanted to carry him with me, to feel the
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