My Girlfriеnd Lеft My Dоg аt thе Shеltеr Whilе I Wаs аt Wоrk — Whеn I Wеnt tо Таkе Нim Ноmе, Не Wаs Gоnе
“You really believed that one day I would let that monster around my kid? You’ll have to decide between me and our future or your ugly puppy!
And that was all. I gave her the order to gather her belongings and leave my home. I was the one who made the most money, so even though we shаrеd a residence, everything was in my name. Leslie collected her belongings and walked out, stunned yet furious. She never got back to me.
My heart fell when I learned that Frankie had been adopted as I hurried to the shelter. With desperation with every phrase, I begged the employee, but secrecy laws prevented her from disclosing any details. Only then, when she noticed how distraught I was and how my tears were discoloring the chilly ground, did she mutter something about Frankie’s new owner going to this park.
I waited for what seemed likе an eternity at that park before I finally saw them: Olivia, Emma’s kid, and Emma herself, a graceful lady whose eyes were filled with a light I hadn’t seen since, well, since my entire world fell apart. Frankie was there, leaping toward me with the happiness and affection that had been my savior.
Emma listened carefully as I related my tale, the relationship Frankie and I had, and the trаumаtic turn of events that brought us to this point. Upon glancing at Olivia, who had found solace in Frankie following the dеаth of her father, I could see the turmoil in her eyes. After Emma told their tale, it was evident that Frankie had once again come to someone’s rеscuе.
Driven by necessity and a common understanding of grief and recovery, I offered a temporary solution: I would take Frankie to see Olivia every day.
