I had a dog, but my narcissistic mom stole her from me. It was my idea to get a dog. I bought her with my own money. I thought that I'd not be lonely if I had my dog with me when the day came when I had to move to out of parents's house to an apartment.
When I moved out of parents's house to my own apartment, I didn't take the dog with me (many reasons), but after sometime I finally told my mom that I want my dog to come and live with me because I was lonely, having the dog with me would help me with my loneliness. It would also help my mental state by calming me and make me active by forcing me to go out and walk her. It'd give a daily schedule, something I lacked but severely needed.
Mom refused to give her back to me. My dog's now 10 years old, never lived even one day with me, despite, like I said, being my dog. A few times I have stolen her back, but it always ends with my mom breaking into my apartment and stealing her away from me once again.
Now my dog loves her, and only sees me as a friend who comes to see her sometimes. I love my dog, but I also hate her. She's my dog, I even have the legal papers. She should be living with me, comforting me when I'm lonely and thinking of roping because no one cares about me. She should be here comforting me when I get a panic attack from all this loneliness. Instead she just worships my mom.
I have the only non-loyal dog in the world.
Meanwhile my cousin bought a dog with her ex-gf, and after pumping and dumping her, let the dog live in his parents house while he parties with new girls every every week. Yet his dog always goes absolutely crazy when she sees him, despite seeing him very rarely. I wish my dog was as loyal to me as his is to him.
So in short, I don't live for my pet.