The next day, he become afraid of light and water, crawling around, writhing in spasms and cried of agony. I went crazy, rushing him back to the hospital and after a night of turmoil, he was gone. He was my beloved son, the baby conceived over ten months, never thought he would met the end like a dog.
With trembling hands I reached for my phone and dialed my husband's number. But just moments before, I had stumbled upon Eileen's status on WhatsApp. In the photo, they were smiling blissfully, celebrating the damned dog's birthday with the caption: 'Our boy is five years old now.'
The irony couldn't have been more brutal. The very day my son left this world happened to coincide with the birthday of that accursed dog. It was a devastating revelation, and in an instant, my entire world shattered into pieces.
Dale had been lying to me all along. It wasn't that he didn't love dogs—he simply didn't want to raise one with me. And to make matters worse, this dog wasn't just some stray, it was the boy he and his ex-girlfriend Eileen had raised together.
I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my tone calm and said, “Yes, I shouldn't have hit him that day. Bring him back.”