Last night I was in bed by 1am but I didn’t fall asleep until closer to 4am. I just kept thinking about Max and about how much I really miss the little guy. His birthday was on November 20. I hope that Bit*h at least got him a gift or some treats or something. Between my phone, my tablet and my computer I must have gotten 5 or 6 different alerts. That really stung. It was a reminder I didn’t need to see. Thinking about my dog and how much I miss him, just makes me want to cry sometimes. He was a member of my family that was literally stolen from me.
I should have called the cops on them when I had the chance and the proof that he was mine. When I found out the kind of things she lied about it was no longer plausible to get him back. I just want my dog back. I miss him laying with my at night. Not that he continued to do that once I was living with them. I mean, wtf did my mom think; obviously, if Max knew where the other two dogs were sleeping, of course, he would want to sleep there too. Plus, it was summer and like 90° outside and I am sleeping in the basement without any air conditioning. She made it seem like it was my fault he didn’t want to sleep next to me anymore. At least she had air conditioning, which is what Max was used to!
The picture above is a screenshot I took before my mom blocked me on Facebook… someone had asked her who’s dog it was, and my mom clearly stated, “Sam’s.” This was back in September, I think right before everything happened. Although, I feel like I am losing track of time much more than I ever have before. Ugh, this whole situation just makes me so angry and there is not a damn thing I can do about it; legally ⊗ at least… Max probably thinks I abandoned him. This was not my choice. I know that bit*h runs around saying what I did wrong or supposedly did wrong, without fessing up to her own sh*t. She’s never taken the blame. I hope karma gets her.