When I walked into the shelter, I never imagined it would lead to the end of my marriage. But there, kneeling before a frail old dog named Maggie, I knew she needed me—and maybe I needed her too.
After years of struggling with infertility, Greg and I had grown distant. One evening, I suggested getting a dog to fill the silence, but Greg was uninterested. Despite his protests, I couldn’t walk away from Maggie, a senior dog with health issues, and I decided to bring her home.
Greg didn’t take it well. He packed his bags, giving me an ultimatum: him or the dog. Without hesitation, I chose Maggie.
The first weeks were tough, but Maggie and I healed together. When Greg showed up months later with a new girlfriend, his cruel words didn’t shake me. Maggie was thriving, and so was I, thanks to the love and care I’d given her.
Soon after, Mark entered my life, and six months later, he proposed in the park where Maggie and I had begun our journey. As I said yes, I realized that sometimes, love comes in unexpected ways—and with the help of a dog who taught me how to heal.
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