When I walked into that shelter, I didn’t expect to make a decision that would cost me my marriage. But as I knelt in front of that frail old dog, I knew one thing—she needed me. And maybe, I needed her too.Greg and I had been trying to fill the quiet in our marriage for years. We’d been together for over a decade, but after every doctor’s visit, every test confirmed what we already feared—no, you can’t have children.We had reached a point where Greg and I stopped talking about it. Still, the sadness settled between us like an unwanted guest. We moved around each other, side by side but miles apart, both of us trying to pretend we weren’t breaking.
Then one evening, as we sat across from each other in the dim glow of our kitchen, I said, “Maybe we should get a dog.”
“Something to love,” I said softly. “Something to fill the silence.”
He exhaled, shaking his head. “Fine. But I’m not dealing with some yappy little thing.”
That’s how we ended up at the local shelter.
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