- 6 days ago
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In a world full of chaos, sometimes comfort comes in the softest forms for me, that’s Rags and Captain Bulldog. Rags has been with me since Christmas 2012, a heartfelt gift from one of my support workers.
He wasn’t just a plush; he became my ward companion. He sat with me during the darkest nights, through panic attacks, sadness, and uncertainty. And even now, as his fur grows tired and his stitches tell stories of love and wear, I adore him endlessly. He may not be as sprightly as he once was, but he still means the world to me. Rags is part of my heart.
The original Captain Bulldog went to heaven alongside my grandad. Years later, Captain Bulldog “Junior” found his way back into my life. A new companion, for a new chapter. Never a replacement. In my heart, Rags and Captain are equals. Each holds a unique, irreplaceable place in my story.
Captain arrived when I needed a different kind of strength. But the bond I share with Rags? That’s eternal.
They’ve both been there when the world felt too loud, too heavy. They’ve made me smile, made me feel safe, and reminded me that love doesn’t fade it deepens.
Could I ever choose a favourite? Never.
Rags and Captain Bulldog: They’re side by side, forever. 💛🐾