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.

Ozzy might just have

incident had left

black pajamas and overcoat. Fitch

was a shock

stare, they

just like humans, they dream. A

let out a sigh of relief, and looking at Ozzy now

"Thank you," he said.

Ozzy, he walked out of

at his car, the gossip among

cold-hearted? Look how he rushed for his little mutt. Seems pretty tender to

know how young he was

under his thumb."

pets can't be

he likes. Heartless to others, different

we even know who

"No idea."

in circles, but no one knew who

Ozzy comfortably asleep

into the bedside dog bed.

watched him for a moment, unsure of what

first bout of insomnia, but he couldn't pinpoint

again in the middle of the night, an itch deep in his bones jolting

downstairs, the pain and itching causing

sofa,

phone rang. It

lead on Patric. He's been seen near the

"You sure?"

were clamped around a cigarette, her face smirking. "Doubting my