I guess I should say something. Torch was stolen from me, by someone who I had no contract with and considered my best friend and trusted more than anyone else.
I had a depressive episode while we were visiting another friend, and they both apparently took great offense to that, and decided to reach out to my former roommate to validate their dislike for it. There was no discussion or suggestions or anything, they even told me everything was fine and I wasn't ruining the mood, and then at the end throwing me out and taking my dog from me. Days before any of this happened, she had nothing but good things to say for our friendship, my care of him, and my training with him. I'm still reeling from the whiplash of it all.
I'm deleting pretty much all of my social media, I had it to share my adventures with him and connect with other dog people, and it's all too painful to see right now.
I've never felt so hollow in my life. I'm safe with my family. I still love her. I want my damn dog back.


















