My Ex Took My Healing Dog, But I Fought Back Smart

I’m Jamie, 30, and my dog, Charlie, a scruffy poodle mix, pulled me through a life-changing car accident. Waking in a hospital, hooked to machines, I faced a long recovery. My girlfriend, Lauren, visited daily, taking photos, but her focus stayed on her phone, leaving me lonely even with her there. Home at last, Charlie’s ecstatic leaps warmed my heart. He never left me, pressing close during painful nights, his steady gaze calming my fears. “Hang in there, buddy,” I’d say, stroking his fur.

Lauren tried helping, cooking meals, but soon grew frustrated. “Charlie’s fur is everywhere,” she’d complain, shooing him off the bed. “He’s my support,” I said firmly. She sighed, annoyed. As Lauren pulled away, Charlie stayed, guarding me during baths, nudging me awake from crash nightmares. Three months later, as I walked again, Lauren left. “I need to rediscover myself,” she said, eyeing her ex. Then she added, “I’m taking Charlie.” I scoffed. She’d never liked him, grumbling about his mess, never feeding or walking him.

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“He’s not yours,” I said. “We adopted him together,” she argued. “He’s perfect for my posts.” I snapped, “He’s my lifeline, not your prop!” She left, but her texts demanding “her” dog kept coming. While I was at therapy, she slipped into my house, dodging cameras but caught on audio: “Let’s go, Charlie!” My heart broke. Police shrugged, calling it a “civil issue” since we’d shared a lease. At her parents’ place, Charlie’s barks reached me, but her mom shut me out. I had one move left—our joint savings, mostly my cash. Lauren wanted half. I moved it to crypto, texting: “Give Charlie back, or the money’s gone.”

Her furious replies flew in, but the next day, she handed Charlie over, glaring. He bounded to me, tail wagging. “Just a dog,” she muttered. “Just an ex,” I replied, hugging him. Later, I texted: “Market crashed. Money’s lost.” A fib, but her theft deserved it. Petty? Maybe. Worth it? Charlie’s curled up beside me, proving loyalty wins. Lauren lost her place when she stole my healer. Money returns; trust doesn’t.

 

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