Today I found myself in a pet shop in the town centre, their was one puppy stood alone in this tiny little cage with no brothers or sisters to keep him company.

My curiosity got the better of me and I decided to ask if I could hold the puppy, of course the shop assistant was keen to sell the last puppy so she unlocked the cage and passed the puppy into my arms.

When I held him his little eyes looked up into mine and he snuggled his head under my arm, he was so tiny and fragile and all I could do was nurse him in my arms.

For the first time in a long while I felt needed and warm inside and I couldn’t let him go so asked the shop assistant if I could take him.

An hour later I came to collect him with a cardigan to wrap him in for the taxi journey home. I now feel I have someone to share my darkest hours with and bring joy to my life whilst raising a puppy of my own.

I named my puppy Thomas and he reminds me so much of Bambi the way he bounces around whilst being unsteady on his feet.

My light at the end of the tunnel.