The Time I Gave Away my Dog and Felt Like a Total Loser

You guys. On Saturday we took Hugo to his new home. I have always looked down on people who give away their animals, and could never believe I would have to do that.

I am a complete animal lover. Well, most animals. I dont like rodents or lizards or insects *shudder* but all the other ones I like.

I consider animals to be the same as children; when you have/get them, you have them forever. Unless of course your animals get violent with real children, thats the only excuse to send them "away" if you ask me.

Well the place we are moving to does not allow dogs. Usually this would have been a deal breaker, except that I so clearly felt God call us three distinct times. So I did it. It was quite possibly the hardest thing I have ever done.

I'll miss you sleeping in with me.

I cried all the way home. I cried again before bed. I cried when I woke up the next morning. I miss you dearly, Hugo. My little buddy.

I'll miss you laying on my feet while I get ready for bed every night.

I miss your cute little face.

He taught me responsibility, and how to be accountable for another living being. I cared for him, and I loved him well. It is still surreal to me not to have him at home with us, and part of me wants to wake up and have him back with us. He has a great new mama and I have no worries for him.. I am just very, very sad for myself.