Visions of that poor cat danced through my head all night. I am so sad about it and not just because it looked like our Peeky but just the fact that it was a cat.
I can get over wildlife ending up in the pool, but an animal that’s meant to be a pet? That’s gonna take a minute.
My husband kept saying it wasn’t her but I don’t believe him. He’s lied to me before about stuff like this.
Before my mom died we had a chocolate lab named Charlie. He was one of the best dogs we’ve ever had except because we kept him outside he was constantly getting out of our fenced in yard.
The last time he got out my husband said that a man picked him up and he just let him have him. Of course I was angry but I understood. We couldn’t just keep letting him get out, so he did what he thought was best, he k et the man have him.
He later told me that he didn’t give him away that he had gotten ran over. He told me this because I kept on him about getting him back. I wanted him back because he would get in the pool with Arianna.
It seems like every time I have something I want I’m not allowed to keep it but for him it’s a different story. God forbid he should have to give his dog away.
Yes I’m bitter but you would be too if you were married to someone like him. Now mind you, I’m sure he wouldn’t treat anyone else like he’s treated me, but I could be wrong.