The Dog Who Changed After My Husband Passed AwayChapter 1
After my husband was murdered and dismembered, our playful dog, Tilly, suddenly changed.
When I came home, he would fetch my slippers and place them neatly by the door.
At night, he’d drag a blanket over and tuck me in.
When I sat on the couch, he’d pat my back and massage it with his paws.
These were all my husband’s habits.
Edmund was known as a model husband. In twenty years of marriage, he never once let me into the kitchen, always cooking my favorite dishes. He took time off work to be with me during thunderstorms because he knew I was afraid. When I was diagnosed with kidney failure, he donated one of his kidneys without hesitation—keeping it secret for three years so I wouldn’t feel burdened.
And yet, this man who gave me everything was brutally murdered on his way home with my birthday gift still in his hands. The whole city mourned him, but there were no clues, no surveillance footage, and no known enemies. The case went cold.
While my mother-in-law, daughter, and sister-in-law wept daily, Tilly grew strangely gentle and human-like. The family saw it as a touching sign—our dog caring for me in my husband’s place.
But one day, I picked up the phone and calmly said to the local dog meat restaurant:
“I have a dog here. You can take it for free. Send someone over.”
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My daughter, sitting on the sofa, lunged for my phone.
“Mom, what are you doing? Tilly’s so well-behaved—how could you?”
My sister-in-law stared in disbelief. “If you don’t want him, give him away, but… to a dog meat restaurant?”
My mother-in-law rushed in from the kitchen. “Evelaine, are you sick? You and Edmund always treated Tilly like family! He even has a bit of Edmund’s spirit in him now. Why get rid of him?”
I glanced at the dog and said flatly, “We’ve raised him for seven years. That’s enough.”
The men from the dog meat shop arrived quickly, sacks and traps in hand.
My daughter broke into tears, clutching Tilly. “Please, Mom! Don’t let them take him!”
I met her gaze, my voice cold and unshakable.
“This dog can’t be kept.”
I turned to the men. “Take him. Now.”
My daughter, mother-in-law, and sister-in-law rushed to block them.
I raised my voice, sharp as a blade:
“Didn’t you hear me? This dog. Can’t. Be. Kept.”
My daughter, mother-in-law, and sister-in-law froze in place.
They had never seen me so cold, so unyielding.