I spent weeks looking for our pets before I unintentionally discovered that my wife had disposed of them without telling me.
😢 I arrived home one day to find my three cherished pets had vanished.
I grew weary of seeing fur everywhere. “Ignore them,” my wife answered coolly.
I was stunned. I had known these cuddly animals for a long time before we were married. They were my family, not merely pets.
I distributed fliers, posted flyers, and ran to every shelter in the neighborhood. I searched in vain for weeks to find out where they were. My wife obstinately refused to let me know where they had disappeared to.
Then everything changed in an instant when a buddy called and claimed to have seen my kitties. I became aware of their location at that point. The hurt and anger made my heart sink.
There was an odd silence when I entered the house. No gentle paw sounds on the floor, no recognizable meowing.
Without removing my shoes, I inquired, “Where are our cats?”
My spouse gazed apathetically at the screen of her phone.
– I handed them out. I had had enough of always picking up fur.
I was having trouble breathing. These creatures had spent so many years with me, and then they suddenly vanished.
My voice was trembling as I said, “What do you mean you gave them away?”
“It’s clean, quiet, and orderly now,” she said coolly. — You are independent of them now.
It was like being betrayed. She just replied, “Where exactly have you taken them?” when I asked.
– To capable hands. Ignore them.
How can one forget a loved one? Day after day, week after week, I kept looking. No hints. She said nothing, as like nothing had occurred.
Then one day, a buddy of mine who works at a shelter sent me a message:
Three cats were brought in a few days ago. They resemble you quite a bit.
My heart began to race. I called right away:
Do they still exist?
I was informed that, regrettably, they had already been adopted.
I inquired as to who had adopted them. No—confidential information, was the response. However, they assured me that the cats were all right.
I was devastated when I got home. My wife gave me a half-smile when she saw me:
— Are you still depressed? — she replied smugly.
I packed up and departed that very evening. I filed for divorce a week later.
A few months later, I was looking through the shelter’s website when I stumbled onto the “Happy Adoption Stories” section. I abruptly stopped browsing through the pictures. They were there.
My three cuddly companions. alive, well, and cherished. Now, everyone had their own house, their own citizens, and their own contentment. Tears were running down my face as I gazed at their pictures.
They’re all OK.
And it appears that I am, too.
