While My Family Fought Over Grandma’s Will, I Was the Only One Who Took Her Beloved Dog and Discovered the Secret She Left Behind — Story of the Day

“You can’t put her down!” I shouted.

“And what are we supposed to do with her? It’s better than throwing her out on the street,” Mom said.

“Grandma loved Berta. Someone has to take her,” I said.

The room filled with bitter laughter.

“If you want her, then take her,” Mom said. “That woman didn’t care about us. Why should we care about her dog?”

“I can’t take her, my lease doesn’t allow pets,” I said quietly.

“Then it’s decided, we’ll put her down,” Uncle Jack said firmly.

“Tom? Alice?” I turned to my cousins, desperate.

Tom waved me off. Alice shook her head. “No way. I’m not bringing a flea-ridden animal into my house,” she said.

I let out a heavy sigh. “Fine. I’ll take Berta,” I said.

Mr. Johnson cleared his throat loudly, reminding everyone of his presence. “I’ll ask you one last time, please leave the house. You no longer have the right to be here,” he said.

“And who does have that right?!” Mom shouted. “We grew up in this house!”

“Please, don’t make me call the police,” Mr. Johnson said.