And then I wept
by , 07-02-2008 at 11:13 PM (26252 Views)
Things here have been going well, but my smaller dog has been having a lot of trouble adjusting to me having to work. I'm afraid that he has been terribly unhappy, and I can't bear to keep him like this any longer. We've had this issue in the past, but I've finally summoned the strength of will to do what is best for my beloved little pet no matter how it is paining me to do so. I've decided to search for a new home where he can be more content. Ash needs someone who can devote so much more time to spending time with him. He also needs to be somewhere that is not the home of two rought and tumble little children. I think there are some lingering joint/health/mental issues from abuse sustained before he entered my family, and I can't stand to see him so unhappy. So, though it has me in tears multiple times in a day, I'm devoting myself to finding him a place where he will be happy and healthy.
What brought about this conviction to find him somewhere else... Well to make a longer story much shorter, when I was a child we had a dog that was much like Ash. He had really terrible separation anxiety, but he didn't have the skittishness or health issues. I remember him as one of the best dogs, but I also remember watching him waste away and begin to act out as he grew older. He started to be destructive when we started school, and he just got worse. He injured himself many time trying to tear his way out of his crate. Eventually he lost weight, and he became more unhealthy. He was but a shadow of the dog I remembered when his life finally ended. I can't watch the same thing happen to Ash when I know that he will do well in another kind of household. He will thrive somewhere that he can be babied, cuddled, and have vast amounts of attention that I'm not able to provide.
It feels as if I'm giving away one of my children. He's been part of my faimily for over three years now, and I never imagined that I would have to find him somewhere else to go. It never occured to me that he would have the type of anxiety he is experiencing when I am not in the house. I can't keep him, but I also can't stand the idea of giving him to someone who can provide what it is that he NEEDS. I know that is more important than my own wants, but it is still breaking my heart. I'm not sure what is harder to contemplate, that I will find him a home and never see him again or is it that I may fail in my attempt to do the right thing by him and watch him slowly waste and become ill. He's not the stongest to begin with, and I can already see the changes. He's lost weight, and much of his time is spent on my floor curled into a ball.
That's my only update from here. I hope things are going better for everyone else at the moment.
A saddened,
Meg




