I never imagined that a visit to the shelter would lead me to a decision that would unravel my marriage. But as I knelt in front of that frail old dog, something in me clicked. She needed me—and maybe, just maybe, I needed her too.
Greg and I had spent years trying to fill the void in our marriage. We’d been together for over a decade, but every doctor’s appointment and every test confirmed the worst—we couldn’t have children.
We stopped talking about it after a while, the sadness hanging between us like an unwelcome guest. We moved through life together, but we were worlds apart, pretending that we weren’t falling apart.
Then, one evening, as we sat across from each other in the dim kitchen light, I said quietly, “Maybe we should get a dog.” Read more below
