I was waiting for the love of my life to return home from work, as usual. I would wait everyday to see him again. All alone in our house with nothing to stay entertained.

I would await the feeling of him combing his hands through my golden locks, for him to open the door and yell through the house, "Honey, I'm home!". And when I ran into his arms, he would hug me like we hadn't seen each other in years. When in reality, I've known him my whole life.

I was awaiting his return so that he could prepare our meals. I never learned how to cook, so he always did it. I was truly in love. And he said so himself, he loved me too.

But that particular day, i was waiting for him to come home. He usually came home just after dusk. But it was hours passed.

I just imagined him coming home and saying "Honey, I missed you!" Or " I love you , Honey." I was nearly shaking in anticipation. But it stopped when he came through the door and so did She.

She was holding his hand 'Who the hell is this bitch?' I thought 'Why is he letting her touch him!' This was our home, our sanctuary. And she tainted it.

" Hi, Honey." He'd said and walked away. And that was the most attention I'd gotten in a matter of months after that. He brought Her into our home, or he didn't come home at all. I tried to voice my protest, but he said was 'Stop your whining'. I had begun eating less because I was just so sad.

'He doesn't love me anymore' i thought 'He's forgotten me'

I remembered sometimes, the good times. The times when we'd go on walks, standing right next to each other in the mornings, so I wouldn't miss him too much while he was gone. Now he didn't even care how much I missed him.

What did I do wrong? Was I not good enough? Why doesn't he want me anymore?

I wanted to run away, I really did, but I couldn't. I loved this man and no matter how invisible I had become to him, he was still the only person I wanted to see. No matter how one-sided it was, I still thought of him as the love of my life.

I had gotten weaker as time went on. As She was around more.

Eventually, He took me to the doctor. I hated the doctor so much. But he just didn't seem to care anymore. The thing that made it even worse was that he brought Her with us.

I didn't listen to the doctor. I only vaguely heard him recite my near fate.

"She's very weak. You will only have about a month left with her." Then he walked out.

I expected a sympathetic stare. Or maybe a spiteful one from Her. But what I received was what I wanted all along. For the past months. Some attention. A sign that He still cared.

He broke down, and cried. He hugged me and buried his hands in the strands of my golden hair.

My contentment was short lived when She had the audacity to come over and hug him.

Then my heart literally broke at the sight. Her giving Him comfort in his tears. And him turning away from me to go to her.

During my last month of life, I was weaker than ever before. It hurt to walk. He spent a little more time with me, but She still had the majority of his attention.

I didn't try to communicate my feelings, he wouldnt have understood anyway.

Instead, I thought about the times when we were both small, and hoI we'd watched each other grow up. It made me as happy as I could have been with Her there.

On the last day of my life I wondered silently to myself 'Why is he crying, when he has her to make him happy?'

I still remember the last thing she said to him before i let myself slip away into the dark abyss that was death.

"It's okay, we'll get another dog." She said as he cried on her shoulder. The part that hurt me most was that...he didn't protest.

Then the realization hit me. I was never his love. He never loved me. I was never going to last forever. No matter how much I loved him, I was just his useless pet. All along.

I was just a useless pet. All along.