Stephany Writes

Dutch was my soul-dog. We adopted him from my great-aunt, who had to rehome him after he was nippy with her grandkids. I had always wanted a dachshund, so I was over the moon. He slept in my bed that first night, and for every night afterward. We were connected on a soul level. I couldn't imagine ever loving an animal as much as I loved Dutch. He was it for me, I thought. I would never have an animal who felt so irrevocably part ... Read more