
Read a few pages from my story
Excerpt 1
I was just over twenty years old when life placed before me the first great truth: I was going to become a father.
Terror rushed through me like a cold current, but it vanished the moment I saw her.
Small. Defenseless. Perfect.
In that instant, a strength was born inside me that I had never known before:
not the strength of a hero, but of a father.
Then Patch arrived.
A tiny pinscher with black eyes.
I took him with me when everything else was falling apart.
I left the house, the furniture, the memories.
I took only a few clothes and him, trembling in my arms but staying there, trusting me.
That ending was also a beginning.
The first step toward a journey that would eventually lead me to the Bridge.
Excerpt 2
I held him in my arms.
Small. Fragile.
Just like the first day.
But this time we were not going home.
I placed him in the car.
I drove with tears blurring the road ahead.
At one point I shouted toward the windshield:
“I don’t want to do this. Someone help me… please.”
But no one could help me.
It was the cruelest choice: to end the suffering
of the one I had promised to protect forever.
Patch looked at me in silence.
With those black eyes that asked for nothing
yet said everything.
In that moment, I understood the truth.
It was not me holding him up.
It was him… who, until the very end, was holding me.