When my mother suddenly died of cancer, my father quickly began making changes that erased her memory. He never showed love or grief, treating her death like a task to get through. One of the worst things he did was give away Peanut, Mom’s beloved French Bulldog who had stayed loyally by her side through her illness.

Desperate, I searched for Peanut at shelters but arrived too late—my father had legally signed her away. Then came a shocking revelation from my mother’s will: she left everything—her house, savings, and assets—to Peanut, with me named as her legal guardian. This meant my father inherited nothing.

Enraged, Dad tried to reclaim Peanut, but Mom’s best friend Ashley had already taken her in, providing the love and care my father never did. I left my father behind, finding safety and love in Ashley’s home with Peanut by my side. My father was left with nothing, exactly as Mom had planned.

In the end, Mom’s final surprise ensured that those who truly cared would be protected—and that he would be alone.