I Left the “Nice Guy” After He Forgot Our Dog’s Lifeline

his tail thumping a rhythm against the floorboards. I found Mark on the sofa, laughing at a sitcom on the streaming service, a half-eaten pizza on the table.

“Where’s Barnaby?” I asked, dropping my keys.

“Oh, he’s upstairs, I think. Being lazy,” Mark said, eyes still on the TV.

I ran upstairs. I found Barnaby wedged between the nightstand and the bed.continue reading …