My ex took my dog, James, last week. He was hers originally, but after college she moved to her parents house and asked if he could live with me for about 6 months, while she found a place to live. She ended up staying at their house and we broke up a year later (about 3 years ago), so he lived with me for 4 1/2 years total. I took care of him and paid all of his expenses on my own. His vet bills, food, toys, pretty much anything he needed. She came to see him twice last year, for about an hour each time. Now all of a sudden her apartment decided to allow dogs, so she showed up and took him, she even had the nerve to tell me I was ruining her happiness by trying to work out an agreement for me to see him occasionally.
I have another dog and I'm so used to saying "bye" to both of them on my way out of the house and "hi" as soon as I walk through the door. Yesterday I got home from work and Bella ran up to me as usual and I instinctively called out to James wondering why he wasn't running up first with his giant smile like he always does. It was only a half a second that I forgot he wasn't here, but it killed me. I feel like shit. I'm so used to falling asleep with his head on my feet or legs, and waking up to him jumping on top of me.
