02/20/2025
I ADOPTED THE OLDEST SHELTER DOG WITH ONLY A MONTH TO LIVE โ MY HUSBAND GAVE ME AN ULTIMATUM, "ME OR THE DOG"
After finding out Greg and I couldnโt have kids, the silence in our marriage just felt louder. One day, I suggested getting a dog. โSomething to love,โ I said. Greg wasnโt thrilled but agreed, as long as it wasnโt โsome yappy little thing.โ
At the shelter, I saw herโMaggie. A frail, gray-faced senior dog curled up in the back. Her tag said, 12 years old. Hospice adoption only. She looked so tired, so defeated. But when I knelt down, her tail wagged, just barely. I knew she was the one.
Greg thought Iโd lost my mind. โThat dogโs halfway to the grave,โ he said. Then came the ultimatum: โIf you bring her home, Iโm leaving.โ
He was gone by the time I brought Maggie home. She hobbled into the house, looked up at me, and wagged her tail a little stronger this time. I whispered, โItโs okay. Weโll figure it out.โ
Six months later, I was walking out of a bookstore with a coffee in hand when I bumped into Greg.
He smirked as if heโd been waiting for this moment. โWell, well, Clara. Still all alone? Let me guessโyour precious dog didnโt last long. Was it worth throwing your life away?โ
Before I could respond, a young, beautiful woman strolled up and looped her arm through his.
โOh,โ Greg said, glancing at her, then back at me. โFigured it out yet? Yeah, I wasnโt exactly devastated when you picked the dog that day. It made leaving so much easier.โ
I froze, his words hitting like a slap. โYou were already cheating,โ I whispered.
But suddenly, Greg's smug expression shiftedโhis smirk faltered, his face twisting into shock and anger. His eyes locked on something behind me.
โI CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!โ he screamed. โฌ๏ธ
