On the wedding day, my beloved dog suddenly rushed to the groom, barking and biting him. And the truth behind it made the bride cry.
My wedding with Mark Johnson was held in an outdoor garden in Los Angeles.
The lights were sparkling, the aisle was covered with white roses, and the guests were filled with laughter.
Everyone told me how lucky I was:
“Mark is a wonderful man, has a career, and loves you with all his heart.”
I – Sarah Miller, 28 years old – smiled, trying to hide my worries.
Mark has been strange lately. He often startled, avoided my eyes, and always kept his small suitcase close to him.
I asked, he just smiled:
“I’m just nervous.
Weddings are stressful for everyone.”
I believe. Because love makes us believe everything we want to believe.
When the MC introduced the groom to the stage, everyone applauded loudly.
I held Mark’s hand, smiling at him amid the melodious music.
Suddenly, Max, my little dog – a German Shepherd who had been trained as a police dog – rushed out from the corner of the stage, barking loudly.
It growled, then suddenly bit Mark’s leg hard.
The guests screamed, the music stopped.
I panicked:
“Max! Stop!”
The staff ran to pull it away.
Blood was flowing from Mark’s pants.
He was angry, growling:
“This crazy dog, get it out of here!”
I trembled, apologizing to the guests.
Everyone thought Max was panicking because of the crowd, but I had a strange feeling in my heart.
Max had never bitten anyone – he grew up with me since college, gentle, smart, and very loyal.
The wedding was postponed.
That night, when I took Mark to get bandaged, he was silent the whole way.
I tried to comfort him:
“Max must be scared. I’m sorry, don’t be angry.”
He forced a smile:
“It’s okay, it’s just a dog.”
But his hand was shaking, and his eyes were evasive.
I didn’t ask any more, only feeling cold inside.
That night, Max was locked outside on the porch. He howled long, like he was crying.
Three days later, I returned to my mother’s house to get my things.
My mother said:
“It’s strange, Max hasn’t eaten for days.
He just lies there looking out the gate, as if waiting for someone.”
I bent down to pet him. Max licked my hand lightly – right where I was wearing my wedding ring – and then moaned softly.
I saw a dark brown stain on my hand, a strange fishy smell.
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