My Ex Demanded Our Dog in the Divorce Just to Hurt Me — Then the Judge Said, “Let’s Let Biscuit Decide”

When Derek and I divorced after nine years, I let him keep almost everything: the big TV, leather couch, and even his precious boat. I wanted only one thing: Biscuit, our seven-year-old golden retriever.

I had adopted Biscuit as a tiny puppy and cared for him every day. I handled every vet appointment, training class, and morning walk. Derek never walked him once. He actually called him “the shedding machine.” So I was shocked when his lawyer demanded full ownership of Biscuit.

My attorney, Janet, warned me that pets were legally considered property in our state. Since Derek had paid the adoption fee using our joint credit card, the judge could award him custody. I was terrified of losing my best friend.

At the hearing, Derek arrived wearing an expensive suit and smiling confidently. His lawyer presented the adoption receipt, while Janet submitted veterinary records, training certificates, and hundreds of photographs showing my life with Biscuit.

Then Judge Holloway surprised everyone. She asked for Biscuit to be brought into the courtroom. She instructed Derek and me to stand apart and call him. When the bailiff released him, Derek pulled out Biscuit’s favorite squeaky toy. The dog looked toward him, then ran straight past him and launched himself into my arms.

Derek protested, claiming Biscuit simply liked my perfume. But Janet wasn’t finished. She handed the judge another piece of evidence: a screenshot of an online listing posted by Derek. It advertised Biscuit as FREE TO A GOOD HOME because his new girlfriend’s apartment didn’t allow dogs.

The listing had been posted two days earlier. Derek had demanded ownership while secretly planning to give Biscuit away immediately after the hearing. Judge Holloway was furious. She awarded Biscuit to me and ordered Derek to cover my attorney’s fees for the hearing.

Today, Biscuit and I live in a little house with a fenced yard. He still sleeps with his head on my feet. I lost the furniture, the boat, and almost everything else in that divorce. But I kept the one family member who never stopped choosing me.

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