When the phone rings, in the middle of the night, we hold our breath and brace that sinking feeling of inevitable bad news. One night, as I reached to answer the phone whose ring cut through the silence nothing could prepare me for what was waiting. Mum’s voice whispered that our little Maltese terrier had passed and in that instant my heart broke in two.
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