I lived for my dog. He was my baby. I miss him so much, when he was stolen from me, that's truly when my physical health began to markedly decline. Exactly a month to the day after he was stolen, I was in the hospital - primary care thought I was having a stroke but it turned out to be my first cluster headache.
The pain was excruciating.
It's been downhill ever since.
I'll never know what happened to him - if my father killed him (he can be extremely violent), gave him away, abandoned him somewhere…
I got an email yesterday from the vet wishing my boy a happy birthday and I thought wait, my dog was born in June. So I called the vet and they said he hadn't been in since 2021 and that he had a heart condition.
2021 was the year he was stolen, and when my father told me quote, "jump off a fucking bridge".
I'll be saying my boys name when I go, as I go.
He was my heart.