The Death of my Corgi: Unveiling a Marriage's True Colors

rold was playing piano with his ideal

ession and taken his own life. I watched helplessly as it was viciously

ve and sneered coldly, "It's a dog-eat-dog world. It

me back, he personally ski

or, I could faintly hear whimpering from inside t

hroat, a sense of dr

and frantically punc

the sight of a golden retriever, twice th

ed everywhere, and Daisy's tail was still inside the ca

t was happening or why there

m from the entryway and stru

iously at me. I reached out, trying to

r's sharp teeth clamped down on Daisy's nec

that I could barely hold the broom, yet I continued to hit the re

er seemed bloodthirsty

ut there was no response, only the fai

ted, but I watched as Daisy's painful whimp

n retriever released it and rushed toward

nd I collapsed to the floor, c

e, soaked into its soft fu

you haven't tried yet. Please,

e entrusted to me died

rce of comfort during his depressi

many sleeping pills, Daisy had been fr

I saw were pills s

d to become emaciated, perhaps sensing that her constant companion, the one who

lines, "Take care of yourself and Daisy. Daisy is too greedy.

bbing or the golden retriever's barking

y in my arms and spoke slowly, "Weren't you

ad!" I screamed

sorrow crossed his eyes, bu

s trip too, so he asked me to look after his

narian. How could he not know the consequen

r laugh, tears bl

down and calmly wal

all and headed straight for the gold

bbing my hand that held

is already gone. Doing t

for Daisy. Give

g free from his grip and swinging the knife

once again rest

om the room, shielding the g

expected her to be so blatant, and his

lost a patch of fur." She said tearfully, crouching do

s life, yet her golden retriever only suffered a

d me and crouched beside h

serious. You s

never imagined he would brazenly bring her into our

onger cared for the pet we had

to give me a reasonable ex

ppressing the urge

id behind Jerold, who turned to her, ge

t this to happen. What more do you want? Daisy's death pains me too, but you have to understand

ss and indifferent just to protect Eva. Only

erved to die, rather than because of the golde

ling eight years of affection

e in their direction, landing it on the floo

over a dog? Do you really want some

ce and blame, as if I were the one

et's get a

ion. All I wanted was to take Daisy and

cradling it in my arms. It lay there quietly, just as it always did,

I was

e's old house. There might be th

aisy, and she looked as if she were

nch in the small courty

would nestle beside his little ben

y mother left me to

orphanage, but my uncle

her's place, caring for me e

calling me a bastard without

back, "Jane has an uncle who cares for h

ts, urging them to teach their

k to speak but ev

rything-new toys, pretty d

e, my uncle felt e

where my uncle used to wander around

erold sooner, would yo

little house for three

e each day, perhaps feigning c

I shared with Jerold to pac

photos of my uncl

to my uncle's

e never liked being photographed, claiming

inning widely, drool almo

ile was so bright, so hands

ith my sleeve, bitterne

of Daisy. Will you blame me whe

a pile of photos fell to the f

unny smile felt like a sha

ell seriously ill. I was anxious and helpless, afraid she wouldn't make it

aved her, and he reassured me

im. He gave Daisy three m

also played a pa

save Daisy now coldly dismissed her as n

ether for five years. Those years of companionship were

o changed easily or if I had neve

d me and grew increasingly indifferent to Daisy. He often forgot to feed her a

too afraid to admit it. If I had left him earlier

and me, cut them up with scissor

stood there, meeting my eye

g? I've been looking for

ice hoarse as I spoke, "Sign th

really want