… of Best Friends and Rescued Companions

The Twenty-Eighth of December, Two Thousand and Two. It’s early afternoon. Not too hot, considering the time of year. We sit in the car park, preparing ourselves. 

“We know what we want, right?”
“Right”
“And we don’t need to feel bad if what we want isn’t there, right?”
“Right.”
“We’ll just go in, see what’s on offer and if they don’t have any, we’ll just walk away, and not feel guilty, ok?”
“Ok.”

Nerves on high, we get out of the car. This is quite possibly one of the biggest decisions we’ve made as a couple, and we’re still not completely sure we’re doing the right thing.

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