I’m looking for a woman. She’s called Michelle, and she helps dogs,” the man said. I leaned over to him. “I’m Michelle.” To my shock, his body started to shudder with sobbing gulps that came from his very soul. “Can you help me find her?
Can you help find my Poppy?” In a flash, although he and I didn’t know it, Tom had come into my life with the dog who would change my world.
He told me he had asthma and, with no inhaler, no support, Tom told me of the night when he had collapsed in the street. When the paramedics came, they had something else to deal with.
Poppy. Nothing would make her leave Tom’s side. The protective Staffie simply would not move from her place. Unfortunately, she had decided her place was right on top of Tom’s chest.
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