Three years ago, I met my sweet, 11-year-old, fiercely independent, ginger soul mate, Alfie (aka Bean). I knew I could give her a home she deserved and the assurance that she would never be left again. Lots of bully sticks, bean walks, painkillers, a battery pack or two and a whole lot of love later, it’s time to let my best friend go. Alfie – Our time here was too short, but I know I’ll be seeing you again. Love you to the moon and back sweet girl.
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