When I was nine months pregnant, I went to my mother-in-law’s birthday party. She warmly offered me a slice of cake she had baked, but I didn’t eat it and instead gave a small piece to my dog sitting beside me.
About 30 minutes later, my dog suddenly collapsed. We rushed her to the vet, where the doctor said she had been poisoned. The poison wasn’t meant for an animal—it was strong enough for a human, especially dangerous for a pregnant woman.
That’s when I realized something terrifying: my dog had eaten what may have been meant for me. She survived after hours of treatment, but the thought that the cake might have been intended to harm me still chills me.