After I found out I was pregnant, my dog started behaving strangely — she rested her head on my belly all the time, but growled or even barked whenever my husband tried to touch me. I thought she was just being possessive. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Loki had been my best friend long before my husband ever came into the picture. She had been there through every stage of my life — when I got engaged, when I got married, and when I found out I would become a mother. She wasn’t just a pet; she was family.
My husband, on the other hand, never bonded emotionally with her. He didn’t feed her, didn’t play with her, didn’t even pet her. It didn’t bother me too much — I was used to taking care of Loki myself. After all, she was the one who comforted me in the loneliest moments of my life.
Loki’s change
But the moment I got pregnant, her behavior changed completely. She started staying next to me constantly, resting her head gently on my belly, as if she could hear the heartbeat inside. Every time the baby kicked, she wagged her tail happily or let out a cheerful bark, as if celebrating with me.
Yet the moment my husband came close and tried to touch my belly, Loki stiffened, growled, and placed herself protectively between us. Once she even tried to bite his hand. I scolded her then, convinced she was just jealous or too protective.
But I was wrong.
After my baby boy was born, I discovered a truth so dark that I still tremble when I remember it.
The shocking truth
One afternoon, while my husband was in the shower, I grabbed his phone — just to set an alarm. That’s when I accidentally opened his conversation with his mother. What I read froze the blood in my veins:
“I don’t want this baby. He’s going to love him more than me anyway. Sometimes I wish he were never born. I hate him.”
For a few seconds, I couldn’t move a muscle. My hands went numb, and the words blurred before my eyes, but their meaning was clear as daylight.
Loki had sensed everything — the hatred, the resentment, the danger — long before I realized it. She wasn’t protecting me out of jealousy. She was protecting me and my baby from someone who didn’t truly want us.
Now, when I see my little boy laughing as he pets her fur, I understand how deep her love was. If it hadn’t been for her instinct, her loyalty, and her courage… maybe my son wouldn’t be here today.
