05/17/2025
THE PUPPY WAS SUPPOSED TO HELP HIM HEAL—BUT THEN SOMETHING WENT WRONG
When my daughter dropped off the puppy, I swear, I hadn’t smiled in months.
She said a dog might "lighten things up around here." I didn’t argue—too tired for that—but deep down, I figured it was just another thing I'd fail at. I mean, what did I know about taking care of something that actually needed me?
At first, it was kind of sweet. The little guy, who I ended up naming Bandit, followed me everywhere, those big goofy paws slipping on the kitchen floor, tail thumping like a drum. I even caught myself laughing once or twice, which honestly felt weird—almost like guilt, like I wasn’t allowed to be happy anymore after everything.
But Bandit was persistent. He’d climb into my lap during TV, slobber all over my coffee table, even bark at the vacuum like it was some mortal enemy. Slowly, the house didn’t feel so... empty.
Then today happened.
I was leaning against the counter, lost in my own head like usual, when Bandit launched himself at me—full force. He pawed my chest, pinned me back, and started licking my face like his life depended on it. I was laughing and yelling for him to get off when, all of a sudden, I felt it.
Something sharp.
Something wet.
At first, I thought it was just Bandit being clumsy again... but when I pulled my hand back, there was something on my fingers that definitely wasn't slobber.
It was—👇👇
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