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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

. al · December 24, 2024 · Comments off

I knew he was destined to be mine the instant I went into the shelter and saw him—a 4-month-old Great Pyrenees who was missing an eye and a paw. I was drowning at the time, in the lowest depths of my existence. I was left so broken after my parents died in a car accident that I made two attempts to take my own life. Selecting him felt more than just getting a dog; it was a covenant between two souls, one lacking a piece but the other whole. We were best friends ever after I gave him the name Frankie.

Frankie was more than simply a pet; he was my anchor in an endless storm and my savior. He offered me unconditional affection and steadfast allegiance, which filled the vacuum left by my parents’ absence. Since I knew he would always be there for me, I set up cameras in my house so I could keep an eye on him and make sure he had water and food in case I had to remain late at work.

He became the focus of my world and adored snacks, belly rubs, and any kind of affection. Frankie was more than just a dog to me—he was the most significant “person” on the planet.

A puppy of the Great Pyrenees | Source: Getty Images
I told Leslie, my girlfriend, right away about Frankie and our unique relationship. She appeared to comprehend it, and during our three years together, she and Frankie grew close and trustworthy. Up until we started talking about moving in together, everything was going well.