The oldest frail dog that only had a month to live, but somehow stole my heart the moment I laid eyes on her, cost me my marriage which I wasn’t aware was over even before I stepped foot at the shelter.
Greg and I had been together for many years. But as we couldn’t have kids, our home turned too silent over time, so I suggested getting a dog.
Greg’s first comment was that he didn’t want “some yappy little thing.”
When we arrived at the shelter, Maggie caught my attention. Above her kennel it read: “Senior Dog – 12 Years Old – Health Issues – Hospice Adoption Only.”
These words broke my heart. The connection I felt for that dog was insane.
“Greg, we should take this one,” I said, overly excited. But Greg didn’t feel the same.
“That dog’s halfway to the grave,” he said, and then gave me an ultimatum. “If you take her in, I’m leaving.”
Honestly, I though he was joking, but the moment Maggie entered the house, Greg started packing his belongings. I was sure he would come to his senses, but just a few weeks later, I was served with divorce papers.
At that moment of shock, I started laughing, and then I started crying.
But that oldest dog was there to comfort me.
There were days when she wouldn’t touch her food, but I researched a lot and found ways to feed her soft food.
The dog that was given just a month to live was now thriving.
Some months later, her fur started growing back, and I heard her bark for the first time ever.
One day, as I felt Maggie was ready to take a walk outside, I stumbled upon Greg. But he wasn’t alone. He was with another woman. Strangely, I didn’t feel heart.
“Well, Claire,” he said, “as you can see I moved on. Our marriage was over anyways, and that dog of yours just made the exit smoother.”
He noticed I was alone, so he said, “I knew that creature would die right away.”
I couldn’t believe his words. How could I be with someone so cruel, I asked myself.
At that moment, my close friend Mark appeared from around the corner. He had Maggie on a leash.
“What!? Is that dog still alive?” Greg asked, shocked.
“Yes, Greg, she is, ans she’s thriving. You leaving me meant a second chance for her, and I’ll never regret that decision.”
Greg was quick to turn around and leave together with his new wife.
Some time later, Mark, Maggie, and I were at the park again. As we had fun at the sun, I noticed something on Maggie’s tag. It was a tiny box with the most beautiful ring.
Mark proposed me, and Maggie was part of our fairytale. That dog, whose life I though I was saving, actually saved mine.
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