“I’m sorry,” Catrin Rhiannon Rees told her sister Bethan as she lay dying in her hospital bed. “Don’t be sorry, just get better,” Bethan replied.
But Catrin wouldn’t get better. She died just days later cuddling the teddy she had loved since she was a toddler. She was 34-years-old.
Catrin, a self-employed dog groomer, was just 14 when she began suffering from paranoia and depression following the death of her aunt.
