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I didn\u2019t expect to make a decision that would cost me my marriage when I walked into that shelter. But as I knelt in front of that frail old dog, I knew one thing that she needed me. And maybe, I needed her too.<\/p>\n
Greg and I had been trying to fill the quiet in our marriage for years and can\u2019t have kitchen.<\/p>\n
Then one evening, when we sat in the dim glow of our kitchen, I said,<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe we should get a dog.\u201d
\nGreg looked up from his plate, unimpressed. \u201cA dog?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething to love,\u201d I said softly. \u201cSomething to fill the silence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine. But I\u2019m not dealing with some yappy little thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
In the farthest kennel, curled in the shadows, was Maggie.<\/p>\n
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\nThe tag on her door made me surprised.<\/p>\n
Senior Dog \u2013 12 Years Old \u2013 Health Issues \u2013 Hospice Adoption Only.<\/p>\n
I felt Greg stiffen beside me. \u201cOh, come on,\u201d he scoffed. \u201cWe\u2019re not taking that one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis one,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
Greg\u2019s voice was sharp. \u201cYou\u2019re kidding, right? Clara, that dog is already halfway in the grave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe needs us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe needs a vet and a miracle,\u201d he shot back. \u201cNot a home.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned to face him fully. \u201cI can make her happy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Greg let out a bitter laugh. \u201cYou bring her home, I\u2019m leaving. I\u2019m not going to sit here and watch you obsess over a dy:ing dog. That\u2019s pathetic.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was stunned. \u201cYou don\u2019t mean that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do,\u201d he said coldly. \u201cIt\u2019s her or me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t hesitate.<\/p>\n
Greg was already packing his bags when I carried Maggie home.<\/p>\n
As we entered, she hesitated in the doorway, her frail body trembling as she took in her new surroundings.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d I whispered, kneeling beside her. \u201cWe\u2019ll figure it out.\u201d<\/p>\n
Greg stormed past us, dragging his suitcase behind him. \u201cYou\u2019ve lost it, Clara.\u201d \u201cYou\u2019re throwing everything away for that dog.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\nI didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
His hand hovered on the doorknob for a moment, waiting. Waiting for me to stop him. Waiting for me to say you\u2019re right, come back. Instead, I reached for Maggie\u2019s leash and unclipped it.<\/p>\n
Greg let out a humorless laugh. \u201cUnbelievable.\u201d And then he was gone.<\/p>\n
The first few weeks were brutal.<\/p>\n
Maggie was weak, and some days, she barely touched her food.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, the divorce papers arrived, I laughed at first. He\u2019s actually unhappy.<\/p>\n
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\nThen I cried.<\/p>\n
But Maggie was there. She would be my friend in this time. And over time, something shifted.<\/p>\n
She started eating more, and her fur, once dull and patchy, grew shinier. And one morning, as I reached for her leash, she wagged her tail.<\/p>\n
\u201cFeel like a walk today?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
For the first time in months, I smiled.<\/p>\n
We were happy. Together.
\nSix months later, I was stepping out of a bookstore, coffee in one hand and a novel in the other.<\/p>\n
\u201cClara,\u201d a familiar voice drawled.<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
Greg.<\/p>\n
He stood there, smirking like he\u2019d been waiting for this moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cStill all alone?\u201d he asked<\/p>\n
\u201cHow\u2019s that dog of yours?\u201d<\/p>\n
I responded calmly, \u201cMaggie?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Maggie.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\n\u201cLet me guess. She\u2019s gone, isn\u2019t she? All that effort for a dog that barely lasted a few months. Was it worth it?\u201d.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to be so heartless, Greg.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m just being realistic. You gave up everything for that dog. Look at you now. Alone, miserable. But hey, at least you got to play hero, right?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you even doing here, Greg?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, I\u2019m meeting someone.\u201d His smirk widened.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I couldn\u2019t resist saying hello. You know, you were so obsessed with that dog that you didn\u2019t even notice what I\u2019d been hiding from you.\u201d<\/p>\n
A cold weight settled in my chest. \u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
Before I could respond, a woman walked up beside him\u2014young, stunning, the kind of effortlessly beautiful.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, Clara. Sorry, I\u2019m late.\u201d<\/p>\n
Greg\u2019s smirk faded. His eyes flickered past me.<\/p>\n
There was Mark.<\/p>\n
He walked up, effortlessly slipping into the moment like he belonged there. In one hand, he held a cup of coffee. In the other? Maggie\u2019s leash.<\/p>\n
Mark handed me my coffee with a smile, then leaned to plant a kiss on my cheek.<\/p>\n
Greg\u2019s jaw dropped. \u201cWait\u2026 that\u2019s\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
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\n\u201cMaggie,\u201d I said, scratching behind her ears as she leaned into me. \u201cShe\u2019s not going anywhere.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s thriving,\u201d I said standing up. \u201cTurns out, all she needed was love and care. Funny how that works, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark, unfazed by the tension, handed me the leash. \u201cReady to head to the park?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is\u2026 ridiculous,\u201d he muttered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re right,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s ridiculous is you thinking I\u2019d regret letting you go.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face twisted with anger, but I didn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n
\u201cReady?\u201d he asked, nodding toward the park.<\/p>\n
I smiled. \u201cMore than ever.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\nSix months later, we were back at that same park, but this time, everything felt different.<\/p>\n
I frowned. \u201cMaggie, what\u2019s this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark grinned. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you check?\u201d<\/p>\n
I untied the tiny box, my fingers trembling. Before I could process it, Mark was on one knee.<\/p>\n
\u201cClara,\u201d he said softly. \u201cWill you marry me?\u201d<\/p>\n
I glanced at Maggie, laughed through my tears. \u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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