It wasn’t spoiled food and it wasn’t an accidental mistake. It was poison. The doctor said the dose hadn’t been calculated for an animal.
It was far too strong for a dog, but at the same time perfectly suited for a human being — especially a pregnant woman. If I had eaten that piece in the ninth month of my pregnancy, the consequences would have been terrifying. I could have lost my baby.
In the best case, it would have ended with an emergency surgery. In the worst — it’s even frightening to think about. I started shaking.
I sat there realizing that my dog had taken the blow in my place. She had eaten what was meant for me. The doctors fought for her life for several hours.
They said the chances were almost none, but she held on. Later, as time went by, details began to surface. My mother-in-law had insisted that I eat the cake first.
She got angry when I refused. She herself never touched the cake and didn’t offer it to anyone else. Too many coincidences.
When I put everything together in my head, I was truly terrified. Because I understood: she wanted to poison me. Not the dog.
And if that day my dog hadn’t looked at the cake with those hope-filled eyes, I might never have made it home.
