I’m really struggling with the way things have changed with my dog.  

A few months ago I quit my job due to mental health issues and moved back to my parents house because I didn’t have anywhere else to go.  My dog and I have had each other for about three years I rescued him from a shelter, trained him and he became my whole world, helping me through the loneliest part of my life.

I noticed once I moved in, my mom assumed the role of a “spoiling grandmother” her words. And began undoing a lot of the training, food habits and therapeutic behaviors I had spent so long working on with him. Consistently drawing him away from me.

Now, he is barely my dog at all. He waits for her commands completely ignoring me at this point I have almost no control of him on walks cause he’s waiting for her queues and treats. He’s ballooned to be obese and is constantly having digestive issues. And now he won’t even sleep in my room anymore.  I had to move his bed to her room. My mom thinks it’s just the best thing in the world, but I truly feel like I have lost a part of me.  Leaving would only damage things more and I would only end up more isolated than I already am.  I approached her about it and got the shrug off. My heart is broken.