Forgive me. Today I took our puppy of 6 months to the pound.
Cookie can be the sweetest cuddle-bug when she’s tired and a flying brick when she’s active. We all love her, but that wasn’t enough. Her stubborn nature combined with a voracious appetite and chewing nature was literally dismantling our house – our brand-new-home. We can’t train her and can’t afford to learn how. Worse, Internet sites are either incomplete – just pay $$ to get the rest, or their advice just doesn’t work.
So in a fit of “I’ve had it” statements I stole her and gave her away.
No good-byes. I do regret no letting Becca or James say good-bye… but I had to act then-and-there or it wouldn’t happen and we would all continue to suffer.
No good-byes. Just lots of tears.
We miss you, Cookie.
I miss you.
I love you, “dog.”
Great… more tears.
Did I do the right thing? Really?
Then why do I feel so bad? I want her back.
It’s too late and, while loved, she was not a good fit for this family. I sincerely hope her next family gives her all the love and play she needs.