During the Divorce My Husband Gave My Fur Baby to an Animal Shelter, Unaware It Would Leave Him Penniless

When my husband dumped my golden retriever, Bailey, at a shelter during our divorce, I was devastated. Little did he know, that cruel act would cost him dearly and unravel his carefully-hidden secrets.

Bailey wasn’t just a dog. She was my family, my lifeline through the storm of my marriage’s collapse. And when Adam tried to take her from me, he unleashed a chain of events he could never have seen coming.

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A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

Marriage is supposed to be a partnership, a bond where both people lift each other up. But with Adam, it felt like I was carrying the weight of two people. And his greed made it heavier every day.

When we first met, Adam was everything I thought I wanted. He was charming, thoughtful, and attentive. He even acted like he loved my dog, Bailey.

But once we were married, the cracks began to show.

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A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

At first, they were small things like refusing to pitch in for groceries, brushing off household chores, and grumbling about expenses for Bailey’s vet bills. But as time went on, his true nature revealed itself.

He was more interested in hoarding money than building a life together.

“Adam, Bailey needs her vaccinations,” I said one evening, holding a bill from the vet.

“Do we really need to spend so much on a dog?” he replied, barely looking up from his laptop.

“She’s not just a dog,” I shot back. “She’s family.”

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A close-up shot of a dog | Source: Pexels

“She’s your dog, Eliza,” he shrugged. “Not mine!”

That was Adam. Generous with words when he wanted something, but stingy with anything that required real effort.

When I filed for divorce, I thought I’d finally be free of his manipulative ways. But Adam wasn’t done being vindictive.

During the proceedings, he kicked me out of the house. The same place I’d helped maintain for years. And he even refused to let me take Bailey.

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A man standing outside his house | Source: Midjourney

“PLEASE, GIVE ME BACK MY DOG!” I pleaded. “SHE’S MINE! SHE’S MY FAMILY!”

“I don’t care,” he said.

“You can’t keep her,” I cried. “She’s been with me since before we got married! This isn’t fair!”

“Too bad,” he said coldly. “She’s on my property now.”

I begged him to reconsider, but his heart was as cold as stone.

I couldn’t believe this was the same man who’d helped me take Bailey to the vet when I found her on the street. I remember everything about that night very well.

The night that changed my life and introduced me to Adam.

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View from inside a car on a rainy night | Source: Pexels

The rain poured in sheets, soaking everything in sight as I hurried through the park on my way home. Then I heard it: a faint whimper.

I stopped, squinting through the downpour, and saw a small, trembling figure under a bench.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, crouching down.

A tiny golden retriever puppy, drenched and shivering, stared up at me with pleading eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart,” I murmured, gently scooping her up.

Her body was cold and frail, and my heart broke for her. I didn’t know what to do. I stood there in the rain with no idea how to help her.

That’s when Adam appeared.

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A man standing in the rain | Source: Midjourney

“Need some help?” a voice called out, startling me.

I turned to see a man jogging toward me, holding an umbrella. His hair was plastered to his forehead from the rain, but he smiled warmly, his gaze flicking to the puppy in my arms.

“She’s freezing,” I said, my voice shaky. “I don’t know where to take her.”

Adam didn’t hesitate. “Come on, let’s get her to a vet. My car’s just over there.”

I hesitated for a moment, but the urgency of the situation and his kind demeanor convinced me.

“Okay,” I whispered. “Thank you.”

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A woman standing in the rain | Source: Midjourney

He held the umbrella over us as we ran to his car, where I carefully settled the puppy on my lap.

During the drive, Adam chatted to calm my nerves, asking about the puppy and where I’d found her.

At the vet clinic, we worked together to get Bailey the care she needed. The vet examined her and gave her some warm blankets.

“She’s malnourished, but nothing a bit of love and care won’t fix,” the vet reassured us.

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A puppy | Source: Pexels

Adam turned to me with a grin. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a new friend.”

I smiled back, relieved. “I think you’re right.”

After the visit, Adam drove me home. As we pulled up to my apartment, he turned to me and said, “If you need anything for her like supplies, advice, or anything else… just give me a call, okay?”

He handed me his number, and I thanked him for his help.

Over the next few weeks, Adam and I stayed in touch.

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A woman using her phone | Source: Pexels

He checked in on Bailey, offering tips on puppy care and even stopping by to drop off supplies. It didn’t take long for our friendship to grow into something more.

When we started dating, he made it clear he adored Bailey. Or at least that’s what I thought.

He played fetch with her, snapped photos, and even talked about how much fun it would be to have a family someday. I was smitten, both with him and the idea of building a life together.

We got married the following year.

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A couple holding hands on their big day | Source: Pexels

I moved into his house with Bailey, thinking I’d found my happily ever after. At first, everything seemed perfect. But as the months passed, I started noticing cracks in Adam’s charming facade.

With time, I realized he was not the man he’d pretended to be.

It’s not like I didn’t try to save our marriage. I did. I confronted him so many times, and he’d make empty promises to change, but nothing ever improved.

By the time I filed for divorce, I was emotionally drained. Leaving felt like my only option.

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A woman standing with her hand on her head | Source: Pexels

And then he kicked me out, refusing to give Bailey back to me. What I didn’t know was that he’d already decided to get rid of her.

He took Bailey to a shelter and dropped her there. I couldn’t believe it when he told me that.

“How could you do this?” I yelled at him over the phone. “Are you being for real, Adam?”

He just laughed and hung up, unaware of how he’d soon regret his decision.

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A man holding his phone | Source: Pexels

Over the next few days, I couldn’t stop picturing her curled up in a corner, wondering why I wasn’t there. I made it my mission to find my little girl, no matter what I had to go through.

I scoured every animal shelter within a hundred miles, calling, emailing, and visiting in person, armed with pictures of her sweet golden face.

Each day without her felt like another layer of heartbreak, but I refused to give up. When it became clear that the search was beyond my reach, I hired a private investigator, John.

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A man taking notes | Source: Pexels

“Lost pets aren’t my usual line of work,” he said when we first met. “But I’ve got a soft spot for dogs. I’ll find her for you.”

Weeks stretched into what felt like an eternity. I tried to stay hopeful, but each passing day without news felt heavier than the last. Then, one day, my phone rang.

“Ma’am,” John said, “I found your dog!”

My breath caught. “You… you found her? Where is she?”

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“She’s safe, but that’s not all,” he continued. “There are some facts that will help you win this divorce and leave your husband with nothing. Listen to me carefully.”

I gripped the phone tightly, my heart racing.

He outlined his plan to help me get Bailey back and hinted at something much bigger brewing beneath the surface. But for now, his focus was on reuniting me with my fur baby.

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A dog sitting near water | Source: Pexels

“The shelter’s an hour away,” he said. “They have her on record, but she’s been adopted. You’ll need to talk to them to get the details on the new owners.”

I didn’t waste a second. Grabbing my keys, I drove straight to the shelter, hope and anxiety swirling inside me.

When I arrived, the woman at the front desk handed me a file. Inside was a photo of Bailey, her soulful eyes staring back at me.

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A woman looking at a photo | Source: Midjourney

“She was adopted last week by a couple,” the woman explained. “We can’t give you their address, but we can pass along a message if you’d like.”

“Please,” I said, my voice trembling. “Tell them I’d like to meet and explain everything.”

A few days later, I got a call from the couple. They agreed to meet me at a coffee shop, and when I arrived, my nerves were in overdrive.

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A cup of coffee on a table | Source: Pexels

Sitting across from them, I poured out my story, my voice breaking as I recounted how Bailey had come into my life and how much she meant to me.

“She’s not just a dog,” I said, tears pooling in my eyes. “She’s my family.”

The couple listened intently, glancing at each other with knowing looks. Finally, the woman reached across the table and touched my hand.

“We can see how much you love her,” she said softly. “And as much as we’ve grown attached to her, we know she belongs with you.”

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A woman talking to another woman in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

I was speechless. Gratitude and relief washed over me as they handed over Bailey’s leash and paperwork.

When I reunited with Bailey, her tail wagged furiously, and she barked as if to say, “What took you so long?”

I hugged her tightly, promising her that she’d never feel abandoned again.

But the surprises didn’t stop there.

During my phone call with John, he told me he’d uncovered a gold mine of deceit after digging into Adam’s finances.

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A stack of coins | Source: Pexels

Turns out, Adam had been hiding assets during the divorce, including a luxury home he’d purchased under his mother’s name to keep it off the marital records.

I hired an accountant to review his financials, and the findings were damning. The down payment for the house came from our joint marital account, and the mortgage was being paid from our marital funds.

When we submitted all the documents and facts to the court, my husband called. “JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! Let me live my life!” he spat. But I didn’t listen to him. I just told him that I had turned on the voice recorder on my phone and he hung up.

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A woman standing in a court | Source: Midjourney

The judge didn’t take kindly to his attempts at deception. He was penalized heavily, and I was awarded a significant portion of the house’s value.

Guess what did I do with the settlement? I bought a cozy little house with a big yard for Bailey.

She now spends her days chasing squirrels and rolling in the grass, while I just look at her with pride and gratitude.

Every night, as she curls up beside me, her steady breathing reminds me of what truly matters. Even when life unravels, love and a little resilience can stitch it back together stronger than before.

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A woman with her dog | Source: Midjourney

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Newly-unveiled statue of Queen Elizabeth II includes her beloved pet Corgis

A great deal of people felt sorrow upon Queen Elizabeth II’s passing in 2022. She was adored by the public and the longest-reigning monarch in British history, having ruled for 70 years.

The late queen is now being honored with a monument that was recently unveiled, honoring her affection for her pet corgis!

The Queen’s new statue, together with her dogs

On Sunday, a 7-foot-tall bronze statue of Queen Elizabeth was unveiled in observance of the monarch’s 98th birthday.

In Oakham, England, the sculpture was made by artist Hywel Pratley and is situated close to the Oakham Library. It is Queen Elizabeth’s first ever permanent memorial.

Rutland City Council said that hundreds attended the unveiling. There was music from local school bands and bagpipers.

The most priceless feature of this new memorial is that the queen’s cherished Corgis pet is also depicted, immortalized in bronze by the monarch’s feet:

The city authority claims that local schoolchildren created the designs for the Corgi monuments.

In contrast to the many stern and imposing monuments of queens like Queen Victoria, Pratley stated he wanted the statue to portray the idea of Queen Elizabeth as “an almost motherly figure,” according to the New York Times.

During the unveiling, local dignitary Sarah Furness remarked, “What most of us remember about Queen Elizabeth is her warmth.” “We demonstrate Queen Elizabeth’s humanity by showcasing her affection for dogs.”

The statue’s creator claims that he intended it to be hospitable to onlookers. Pratley said, “We designed it with a bench you can sit on.” “And there’s a corgi you can pet, and I do believe that this will eventually become a selfie-encouraging statue.”

The Times reports that a number of Corgi owners brought their dogs to the unveiling, indicating that a large number of people have already visited the statue.

The history of Queen Elizabeth’s Corgis pet

For many years, the Queen’s corgis were an iconic aspect of her life and a solace during tough political and personal times. Fans all throughout the world were likewise pleased by the cute pets.

The first Corgi was acquired by the royal family in 1933 when Dookie, a dog owned by Elizabeth’s father and predecessor George VI (who was then the Duke of York), was brought home.

Dookie was reportedly extremely cantankerous, yet Elizabeth and him appeared to have a unique relationship.

Then, on her eighteenth birthday, the Queen received a Pembroke Welsh corgi of her own, named Susan.

Susan reportedly slipped under a rug in the royal carriage to disrupt the wedding of the Queen and her husband, Prince Philip, according to the BBC.

1959 saw Susan’s death at the age of almost fifteen. Her epitaph referred to her as “the faithful companion of the Queen,” and she was laid to rest at the royal estate of Sandringham House.

The Queen stated, “I had always feared losing her, but I am ever so thankful that her suffering was so mercifully brief.”

But Susan left quite the legacy; during the ensuing few decades, the Queen accumulated over thirty corgis, all descended from her original canine companion.

The Queen always had at least one corgi, and often had several at once, from 1933 until 2018. She traveled with the dogs in tow, and they resided in a designated “Corgi room” at Buckingham Palace with wicker beds. It is said that the Queen took care of them personally and baked them biscuits over the holiday season.

These canines undoubtedly received royal treatment and grew to represent the Queen throughout her life.

While Elizabeth valued the dogs greatly, Prince Philip apparently didn’t feel the same way. Like many others, she took great solace from the dogs, who served as a link to the simpler times in her early years due to their relationship with her late father and her upbringing.

According to Penny Junor, a royal biographer, “her corgis are hugely important to her.” Over time, they have become more intimate with her than any human has ever been. She has never been let down by the incredibly affectionate and devoted corgis.

It also makes sense that the Queen, who represents both Britain and the United Kingdom, would have a strong bond with a quintessential British dog. Wales, a member of the UK and a neighbor of England, is where corgis first originated. When corgis were adopted as royal dogs, the breed was rare in England; yet, the Queen had a major role in the globalization of the breed.

The Queen owned several “dorgis,” or corgis bred with daschshunds, in addition to purebred Pembroke Welsh Corgis.

When the corgis and dorgis appeared alongside Queen Elizabeth on the cover of Vanity Fair in 2016, they became well-known worldwide because to Annie Leibovitz’s photography. At the time, the dogs were Candy, Vulcan, Willow, and Holly.

A notable aspect of Queen Elizabeth’s reign and a significant aspect of her life were her corgis. Their inclusion in this first memorial statue of her seems so fitting.

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