I've lived on the streets for the last six years and today, my only friend
and companion, Rex, died.
Rex was a Jack Russell stray I pulled from the wreckage of a horrible motor
accident mere days after I became homeless.
I nursed him back to health from a shattered pelvis and although it looked
agonising to walk, he had never since left my side.
I honestly don't know how I'm going to cope without him, I have never felt
more lost and scared in all my life.
But on the bright side, I ate well today.
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