For over a decade, Max had been more than a pet. He was my shadow, my guardian, my best friend. He saw me through every chapter — first heartbreak, first apartment, every tear and every triumph.
So when, on my wedding day, he stepped directly in front of me in the middle of the aisle, I was caught completely off guard.
At first, I thought he was overwhelmed by the crowd — the music, the sea of faces, the swirl of my dress. But then… he pressed himself against my legs and refused to move.
“Max, come on, buddy,” I whispered, smiling nervously at the guests.
My dad reached for the leash. “Anna, we need to keep walking.”
Then Max did something I had never heard him do — he let out a low, warning growl. Not aggressive… but protective.
And in that instant, I knew something was wrong.
