A Dog and Divorce

A dog and divorce I had a dog, a *****, she loved me. I also had a wife, children Gabriel and Apple. Apple? I know my wife she wanted to be trendy. We lived downtown at a place that had been gentrified. When twins were six my wife divorced me, ok; she got the house, car, twins and the dog. I had to take a bus to work, which happened to drive passed her house. Dog saw me and followed the bus. At work she sat outside, refused to leave, I took her in she curled by my desk. Called my ex, she came, picked up the dog. The next week dog was waiting outside my office. One day, she wasn’t there nor the next days. Called the ex: is dog ok? “I took her to the vet, she was jumpy it was best for her. This upset me. My ex didn’t want me to see the twins, put many barriers in the way, I gave up. Twenty years later she died, after the funeral the twins asked why I never saw them? I told them, your mother didn’t want me too. They thought I should have tried more. They were right, I didn’t care enough they were too much like their mother it was the dog I missed a creature that loved me and didn’t treat me like a bloody piggy bank.