By Ray Pride Pride@moviecitynews.com

Tom Hardy Writes About His Rescue Dog Woody Upon His Passing

“Fuck this I thought that’s not a fkn dog. What am I doing. It ran straight at me and hit me around the legs I couldn’t see but I could hear the distress and I reached down thinking I’m going to get bitten. It was so noisy shrieking. I snatched out expecting to feel teeth and grabbed a fist full of soft neck fur lifted what was actually an incredibly light weight up to my face and shone my phone at it. It was a very small bundle literally sagging from its neck fur with two big brown eyes staring straight into mine. Terrified and utterly quiet. When I got back to the car and sat in my seat he lay on my shoulder and fell asleep. And snored clearly he’d been through a lot.”
Tom Hardy Writes About His Rescue Dog Woody Upon His Passing

One Response to “Tom Hardy Writes About His Rescue Dog Woody Upon His Passing”

  1. Britt says:

    NOOO! Woody was such a special dog and i love Tom Hardy! My condolences!

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