Back at home, relief gave way to uneasy questions. I asked my wife how Daisy had gotten out. After a long pause, she confessed something unimaginable: she had let Daisy out intentionally. She didn’t believe the dog belonged in our home, never thought Andy would follow, and just wanted life to go back to “normal.” I was floored. Her need for control had nearly cost us everything.
In the end, it was Daisy the very dog my wife tried to remove who saved our son. The connection between Andy and Daisy was undeniable. I looked at my wife and said firmly, “Daisy stays.” Watching Andy snuggled beside her on the couch, I realized that real family isn’t about perfection it’s about love, loyalty, and embracing the chaos that makes us whole.
