I got my dog from a shelter when he was four months old, and we’ve been inseparable for five years already. My parents died in a car accident and I couldn’t find a reason to live without them until I met Frankie.
Recently, I moved in with my girlfriend Leslie. And imagine this: one day, I come home from work and can’t find Frankie anywhere. And then Leslie goes, “Oh, Frankie? He’s back at the shelter! You seriously thought I’d allow that monster to be around my future child someday?”
OBVIOUSLY, I kicked her out and RAN to the shelter to take Frankie home. But when I got there, they dropped the bombshell that changed my whole future life. My dog
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…wasn’t there.
Confused, I begged the staff to check again. That’s when the manager pulled me aside and whispered:
“Frankie’s not here because he was ADOPTED this morning… by a man who claimed to be your father-in-law.”
Leslie’s dad had taken him — and the adoption papers were already signed. I called Leslie in a rage, but she just laughed and said, “You’ll never see him again.”
That’s when the shelter manager handed me a folded note left by the “adopter.” I opened it… and what I read made my jaw drop. ⬇️
Do you want me to also write the final reveal of the note so it has the same punch as your other stories?
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