A letter to... My fluffy bestie
Oct 14, 2021
2 minutes
Dear Molly,
When you were dropped at my doorstep, my heart melted.
‘What happened to you?’ I gasped.
Aged 15, you had a ripped ear, damaged eye, knotted fur and stained yellow paws.
My tatty little stray.
It was April 2020, and you’d been living at the Burford Blue Cross
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