MY GIRLFRIEND GOT RID OF MY DOG WHILE I WAS AT WORK – AND IT’S NOT EVEN THE CRAZIEST PART!
I got my dog from a shelter when he was four months old, and we’ve been inseparable for five years already. My parents died in a car accident and I couldn’t find a reason to live without them until I met Frankie.
Recently, I moved in with my girlfriend Leslie. And imagine this: one day, I come home from work and can’t find Frankie anywhere. And then Leslie goes, “Oh, Frankie? He’s back at the shelter! You seriously thought I’d allow that monster to be around my future child someday?”
OBVIOUSLY, I kicked her out and RAN to the shelter to take Frankie home. But when I got there, they dropped the bombshell that changed my whole future life. My dog 
The moment I walked 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 drowning in the deepest abyss of my life. The tragic loss of my parents in a car accident had left me so shattered that I had attempted to end my suffering twice. Choosing him wasn’t just adopting a dog; it felt like a pact between two souls, each missing parts yet together, complete. I named him Frankie, and from that day, we became inseparable.
Frankie wasn’t just a pet; he was my savior, my anchor in a storm that seemed endless. He filled the void my parents’ departure had created with his unconditional love and unwavering loyalty. Knowing his presence was a constant in my life, I installed cameras in my home to stay connected with him, ensuring he had food and water if my work kept me late.