After countless doctor visits and disappointments, Zoey was our miracle. And surprisingly, I embraced fatherhood with every fiber of my being. I was ready for sleepless nights and diaper changes. I was in it all the way.

Beau had always been a gentle, goofy dog—the kind who’d lick burglars and wag his tail at thunder. He was a rescue, our first “baby” before Zoey, and we trusted him completely. But when we brought Zoey home, Beau’s behavior changed. He became hyper-alert, shadowing Rose around the house and planting himself beside the crib like a furry security guard. At first, we thought it was sweet—maybe even instinctual.

Then came Claire. She was highly recommended, seemed kind, and was instantly