My dog was always lying on my stomach when we found out I was pregnant, but she would bark at my husband if he touched it. I assumed she was simply jealous. But then I discovered the awful reality.
Long before he, my future husband, entered my life, Loki and I were great buddies.
Together, we experienced all of life’s significant events, including his proposal, my marriage, and learning I was expecting a child.
Loki was always by my side; she was devoted, perceptive, and sensed every emotion I had as though she were a part of me.
But I never had a successful relationship with my husband. He never played with her, fed her, or petted her, demonstrating his lack of interest in her. Because this dog had been there for me when no one else was, I did all of it with love and thanks.
Loki altered once we found out about the pregnancy. She developed a new habit of lying next to me all the time, listening to the new life developing inside of me while she rested her head on my stomach.
She would occasionally bark joyfully when the baby kicked, as though she were sharing my happiness.
However, Loki began to snarl, positioned himself between us, and shielded me anytime my husband approached to touch or rub my belly. She even bit his hand at one point. I assumed at the time that she was merely envious or attempting to keep the baby safe.
I was mistaken.
The awful reality, which my dog had known for a long time and had attempted to warn me about but I had ignored, ultimately came to light after the kid was delivered.
I stole my husband’s phone one day after giving birth while he was in the restroom, merely to set an alarm. I unintentionally opened his chat window with his mother.
When I read this, my heart stopped:
“This baby is not what I want.” In any case, she will pick it over me. There are moments when I believe that if it weren’t born, everything would be simpler. I detest it.
Unable to feel my hands, I sat there shaking. Everything made sense to me then.
Long before I saw it, Loki had felt his evil. She was aware that my spouse intended to hurt the child.
She was defending not only me but also my child’s life.
And each time I watch my son tenderly stroke her muzzle, I consider how he would not be here today if it weren’t for her 
