Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"Alright, that should do it."

As the nanny began to brush the dog's fur, it was the closest she had ever been to Fitch, her hands trembling slightly with

nervousness.

Ozzy was still a pup, so grooming him didn't take long.

Once Ozzy was brushed and looking sharp, Fitch scooped him up, intending to attach his new dog tag. But the tag was too heavy

for the little guy; it would just get in the way when he walked.

With a casual toss, Fitch placed the tag in a corner of the bedroom and set Ozzy down on the floor.

In the middle of the night, Fitch was awakened by Ozzy's whimpers. Flicking on the bedside lamp, he saw the puppy curled up

under the bed, not in his cozy little bed.

Worried, Fitch picked up Ozzy and gave him a gentle shake. The puppy didn't open his eyes or respond.

Panicked, Fitch dialed the vet, asking for an immediate house call. But then, thinking better of it, he started throwing on his trench

coat.

"I'll cover. Meetat the clinic; we've got all the meds there."

He draped his coat over his pajamas, wrapped Ozzy in a nearby scarf, and rushed out to his car.

Driving himself, Fitch reached the clinic in ten minutes. He strode in, holding Ozzy close, a grim look on his face.

After the vet had checked the little dog, poking and prodding, he cto a conclusion.

might just have been a

near-drowning incident had

odd sight in his black pajamas and overcoat. Fitch was known for

a shock to

not to stare, they handed Ozzy

and, just like humans, they dream. A little shake usually wakes

relief, and looking at Ozzy now back to normal, he

"Thank you," he said.

walked out of

at his car, the gossip among the

how he rushed for

know how young he was

under his thumb."

love pets can't be

likes. Heartless to others, different to someone special. I

know

"No idea."

in circles, but

Fitch was driving back home, with Ozzy comfortably asleep on the

bedroom, Fitch gently placed Ozzy into the bedside dog bed. The puppy fell into

unsure of

he returned to bed, sleep eluded him. It wasn't his first bout of insomnia, but he

the middle of the night, an itch deep in

from beside him and went downstairs, the pain and itching causing cold sweat to form

on the sofa, his chest heaved with heavy

phone rang. It was

on Patric. He's been seen near

"You sure?"

around a cigarette, her face smirking. "Doubting my skills? I'm surprised