The Day I lost My best Friend

I can remember the last time I saw my dog I was utterly heartbroken when I had to leave him. I promised I would bring him with me when I have a place of my own.

A few weeks later, after getting married my mom messaged me on Instagram after my grandfather died. She wasn't happy with what he left me:

Emily where's the money.

I couldn't deal with this, I asked my husband, could you just text her the old man made me his financial beneficiary upon his death. That's not my fault, and I didn't still anything.

The worse thing of all, she wanted to plan a whole lawsuit for me supposedly stealing what is truly mine. My grandfather left that to me no one else. I have the proof there is no way she could plan a lawsuit. As karma would have it she won again while they are struggling to make ends meet I'm slowly building a success with my husband's support.

As revenge my dog Ricky paid the price. They had him sit to the dog pound where he got adopted not even an hour later.

It was my half sister and her fiancé that bestowed that news to me. As soon as I read this I cried so much. Never forgiving her to this day, which is partly true. But my anger runs so deep for her it's hard to pinpoint it's origins.

As I recalled memories of my baby, my Ricky I noticed one thing that made me feel a little better my sister's fiancé a registered nurse spelled my dogs name wrong.

I can remember my last birthday with my baby boy he fell asleep on my hip, literally on top of my hips.

I had to take a screenshot of the original picture because I lost my photos of my baby. From a phone I used to have.

I was so upset when I was picking up my dog from his last grooming I could feel his rib cage, and I cried a lot. It broke my heart because I knew it would only get worse.

My baby never took to change ever, and he had very bad anxiety. So did I, but still we meshed together. We had been each others rock.

I recall anytime I made spaghetti sauce I would share some with him. He would have spaghetti sauce around his whiskers. It was so adorable.

When I held him, I could feel his rib cage. I was heartbreaking, I rode in my car with him we went everywhere together. He always stood tall and proud.

When I spoke about my former dog to an acquittance on a vocal group on Facebook she asked me:

What monsters to separate you from this precious life!

That is a good question something I will never be able to answer I can only speculate.

Because my grandfather left his money to me and not my aunt. If the old man was alive he would have taken care of Ricky until I was able to pick him up.

And this is what I really think. All of it boils down to his money. It makes the world go world. And to me money is a way of living nothing more nothing less. Greed however, is I do believe a disease? Yes, a disease lets go with that.

When they got rid of my dog it was for three reasons, one the three cats, Ricky bit my aunt, and the fact my niece doesn't like small dogs.

How much love did those people have for you if they were willing to do that to your pet. Pets are family. They become part of who you are and are with you until they die. They love us as much as we love them. Separating you from your Ricky is a selfish, sick act of depravity.

She ain't lying there, but writing about this makes me think about him so much.

My mother used to call me deranged as a kid. But what they did to my dog he was my son. I loved him so much I stayed at my neighbor's house across the street because I didn't want to leave his side. I cried hysterically promising him I would come back for him. I had him since he was a little puppy. To me that was the worse pain I ever went through. And still leaves me scarred for life.

What mother calls there child deranged, I mean you watch Child's Play, and Pet Seminary as a two year old and that's deranged? I don't think so, maybe I wanted to be like my aunt and enjoy watching scary movies. I wasn't deranged I was troubled yes having triggered the bipolar part of my mind at the age of two. But I wasn't a psycho.

My gosh I’m so sorry you had to go through that.

Having this conversation, on the vocal group it felt so good to just talk and get those feelings out.

If I had one message to say it's a warning to anyone who has a toxic family. When you leave them behind to have a life of your own never leave your pet, or personal items behind.

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