We adopted Stitch the first time I arrived in this country. My husband had to leave for work for 2 weeks and I was alone in a foreign land. So we got me a dog to keep me company. He saved me from a burglar attempting to jump into our yard on the first week. He’s been with me for 14 years. When we died at age 16 we adopted a new dog. He may be gone but he will never leave me. I carry his tag with me all the time. Stitch was the first ever dog I could call my own and I miss him every single day.

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