My Girlfriend Left My Dog at the Shelter While I Was at Work — When I Went to Take Him Home, He Was Gone | June 10, 2024
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My Girlfriend Left My Dog at the Shelter While I Was at Work — When I Went to Take Him Home, He Was Gone
The moment I stepped into the shelter and saw him—a 4-month-old Great Pyrenees missing an eye and a paw—I knew he was meant to be mine. At that time, I was in the darkest place of my life, having attempted suicide twice after my parents died in a car accident. Adopting him felt like a bond between two broken souls, each incomplete but whole together. From the moment I named him Frankie, we were inseparable.
Frankie wasn’t just a pet; he was my anchor through unrelenting storms. His unwavering loyalty and endless affection helped fill the void left by my parents’ deaths. Knowing he was always there for me, I installed surveillance cameras around my house to ensure he was safe and cared for, even when I was late at work.
Frankie became my entire world, loving food, belly rubs, and every bit of affection I could give. To me, he was the most important “person” on the planet, not just a dog.
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