My Girlfriеnd Lеft My Dоg аt thе Shеltеr Whilе I Wаs аt Wоrk — Whеn I Wеnt tо Таkе Нim Ноmе, Не Wаs Gоnе
I spent my days with Frankie as I waited for her to get in touch, and every second served to confirm my choice. I was constantly reminded of how far we had come, whether we were strolling together, playing in the yard, or spending quality time together on the couch. I never would have thought that Frankie, with his one eye and three paws, could teach me so much about love, devotion, and resiliency.
The days that followed Leslie’s passing were hazy with grief. I was terrified of losing the girl I had come to love so deeply, but I also stuck by my decision. Fortunately, Leslie had the same sentiments. She didn’t call me for over a week, and when she did, she asked if we could still make things work. I assured her that Frankie would not be leaving, but I did really miss her.
It seemed as though we had never been upset with one another when we got together for coffee. After some time spent talking and laughing, she came over for dinner and a movie at my house. We seemed to have moved past my dog’s problem and enjoyed a wonderful evening together. We also had a great week, and we moved in together a month later.
After three weeks of barely settling into our new home, I went back home to discover Frankie was gone. I was furious when Leslie eventually came through the front door because she wasn’t there either. I was aware of her actions toward him.
“Les, where is he?”
“I believed that if you weren’t the one saying goodbye, it would be simpler for you to do so. He’s at the safe haven. I apologize, John, but I want to have children someday, and I won’t be bringing such a large dog around.
“You already know how important he is to me! How are you able to accomplish this?
