When I left for my business trip, I thought the hardest part would be missing my golden retriever, Max. What I didn’t expect was that lending him to a “trusted” friend would reveal a betrayal that left me speechless. I’m Rachel, thirty-two, a marketing consultant who spends too much time on planes. My golden retriever, Max, has been my rock for six years—my hiking buddy, my alarm clock, and honestly, the only “man” I can always count on. So when I had to attend a week-long conference in Chicago, I…
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