I have a very heavy heart tonight.
A lot of us have pets, right? And a lot of those pet owners feel very strong connections to their pets.
In my case, we got our little doggie, Louis (pronounced the French way, like Louis XIV, which is his full name) one week after we got married. He's as old as we are married :)
Anyway, we spoiled him rotten. He went everywhere with us, slept in our bed, everything. He's called "granddog" to my parents.
Before we had Avery, we were very worried that he wouldn't get along with her. That he'd be jealous.
And he is. He mopes and is depressed and whines and is just very unhappy. He is a completely different dog than before. He doesn't want to play. He watches us play with Avery and if we can't drop what we are doing instantly to play with him, he gets mad, runs off and gets into something (pees, eats paper, etc.)
So we searched, and we found a very nice family willing to adopt him. We made the decision a week ago, but he leaves tomorrow, and I can't even look at him. I feel so unbelievably guilty.
There are two things pulling at me right now:
1) I feel like he is dying, even though he is not
2) I feel like by giving him away, we are expecting Avery to live, thus tempting the universe to show us who is boss
I can't stop crying.
After all of this, I just can't be good at saying good-bye.
I will miss you, baby bumblebee Louis.
19 hours ago