Our Saviour

She was meant to be our saviour. After the realisation that we couldn't conceive a child, and the subsequent disbelief, anger, frustration and resignation, we chose to adopt a rescued puppy. She should have been the glue to hold us together, keep us whole, to make our lives mean something again. For a while life was almost bearable again. Then she stole your heart. She became your everything, your reason for getting up in the morning, the last thing you kissed before the lights went out at bed time. The dog show was the point of no return for me. I couldn't go on. I resented your joy and I resented her. I hope you'll be happy together.