Dog vs. Pig

Summary

When I arranged breeding for our family dog, my husband called me insane while my mother-in-law had a meltdown.

In my past life, after Buddy—my loyal companion of ten years—died, Aiden and his mother bought a lookalike dog to console me.

I thought it would fill the void.

Instead, it urinated on our bed, destroyed the house, and once even wore my pajamas on my marital bed.

When I demanded they remove it, they scoffed, "Why fight with a dog?"

On our anniversary, they insisted on feeding it our leftovers to "avoid waste." That night, I died of a sudden heart attack.