
09/13/2025
My granddad has lived with my dad and stepmom, Linda, since my grandma's death. They moved into his house "to help him manage things."
But soon, Linda started erasing Grandma from the house piece by piece. Her photos disappeared. Her china was shoved into the attic. Granddad never said a word. He's the gentlest man alive. He just kept living, carrying his grief quietly.
Then one rainy evening, everything changed. Granddad had gone to visit Grandma's grave. On his way back, he heard faint crying near a ditch. With his hands trembling, he bent down and found a tiny, wounded puppy. Its back leg was twisted and broken.
He picked it up, wrapped it in his coat, and carried it home. He named her Penny.
For the first time since Grandma's death, he had a spark again. He took pictures of Penny sleeping in his lap, playing with socks, and even trying to climb onto his recliner. He texted me: "She's family now."
I was thrilled. I live one state away, but every photo he sent made me smile. Finally, he wasn't so lonely.
Then I decided to surprise him. I loaded up my car with toys for Penny and Granddad's favorite pumpkin pie and drove straight to his house.
But when I pulled up, my heart stopped.
Granddad sat on the porch, suitcases and trash bags beside him. Penny was clutched to his chest, whimpering.
"Granddad?" I rushed over. "What happened?"
His eyes filled with tears. "Linda said Penny has to go. She said a crippled mutt ruins the house and that we couldn't even sell her if we tried. Then she told that me if I don't get rid of Penny, I should leave with her."
I froze. "But this is YOUR house."
He shook his head. "Your dad's on a business trip overseas. Linda said it's her decision to make. She packed my things. Said I'd be better off at a shelter… with Penny."
I went pale. My blood boiled.
I booked a room at a pet-friendly five-star hotel. I took Granddad and Penny and promised Granddad: "I'll fix this."
Then I drove back to the house. I decided to set a TRAP for Linda. ⬇️