We used to have two dogs.
I was heartbroken when we had to say goodbye to Pete nearly two years ago. I even pondered going to visit him at the shelter after we took him back, but our trainer advised us that it wouldn’t be good for him.
So I satisfied myself with checking the shelter’s website every couple of months. His face was always there. Looking a bit sad. And furthering the guilt I felt that we weren’t able to make it work with that dear dog.
Today I received an email from my husband with a link that took me here. I immediately felt the tears come on because there’s Pete…looking happy and well-loved. Just what I’ve been hoping for all this time. He’s snuggling on a couch and romping with other dogs. He’s no longer sleeping on a hard floor in a shelter, even though that shelter was a safe haven.
The only negative is the wording they chose:
“…Petey was returned by his adopters because of a new baby on the way.”
Not true. Not at all. We’ve been unfairly grouped in with the people who actually see animals as disposable. Who give up dogs or cats because it’s not as convenient to take care of them when you have a child.
We would never have given up Pete if he hadn’t acted aggressively toward Devin. I had to put my son first. But it wasn’t an easy decision. I cried for a week straight. Dogs aren’t dogs to me. They’re family. And my other three pets are still a part of our family, despite their quirky behavior. And, yes, despite the fact that it CAN be inconvenient to fit in a dog walk or to clean the litter box some days.
I made a commitment to each of my pets. I’m in it for the long haul. If Pete hadn’t snapped at Devin that day, he’d still be here too. We didn’t know if he would try that maneuver again, and we couldn’t take the chance. But if we couldn’t keep him, I’m incredibly happy that another family could. I know that he has a good heart and I know that he deserves happiness.