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Prince · 01-30-2005, 05:24 AM

We adopted a puppy about six months or so ago. She's 9 months now. We've been looking for a new home for her, because she didn't fit in with our older dog and our cats. She's a sweet, friendly pup, but just too rough with our other pets, and despite of obedience training and trying every trick in the book we could, we just couldn't make it work with her. She needs a home with a yard, to let her work off all the extensive energy she has, and bigger-sized dogs to play with.

We dropped her off at the local animal shelter yesterday. We just had no choice anymore. It's not a no-kill shelter, but they promised they would contact us before doing anything other than giving her to a new home. They said she's very adoptable, and will start looking for a new home tomorrow.

I kept it together all through my shift last night, but when I got home this morning and saw her toy, a tennis ball, alone in her crate, I just lost it.

I always thought of animal shelters as places where people abandon their animals when they no longer want them, love them, whatever. I never imagined having to take my own dog - one that I do love - and leave her in there.

I've had to put down a dog of mine before due to old age, and oddly enough, the emotions I am going through seem strangely similar to what I went through after that. I guess it's called loss.

I feel like taking a drink, although I'm not a heavy drinker, but when you work nights the only time of day you could possibly have a shot is in the morning, and somehow having a drink at 7 am seems out of place...

I know I haven't gone deep into the details as to why we ended up reaching the decision of having to find her a new home, and because of that it may seem as if we didn't even try to make things work with Tess. But we did... We just ran out of options, and the situation was more unfair to her than anyone else.

I dunno if this random monologue really has any point to it. Perhaps I shall try and fabricate one by asking if any of you have ever had to find a pet of yours a new home, and if so, what led up to that?

01-30-2005, 05:24 AM	#1 (permalink)
Prince /nɑndəsˈkrɪpt/ Location: LV-426	Had to give up my dog....(it sucks). We adopted a puppy about six months or so ago. She's 9 months now. We've been looking for a new home for her, because she didn't fit in with our older dog and our cats. She's a sweet, friendly pup, but just too rough with our other pets, and despite of obedience training and trying every trick in the book we could, we just couldn't make it work with her. She needs a home with a yard, to let her work off all the extensive energy she has, and bigger-sized dogs to play with. We dropped her off at the local animal shelter yesterday. We just had no choice anymore. It's not a no-kill shelter, but they promised they would contact us before doing anything other than giving her to a new home. They said she's very adoptable, and will start looking for a new home tomorrow. I kept it together all through my shift last night, but when I got home this morning and saw her toy, a tennis ball, alone in her crate, I just lost it. I always thought of animal shelters as places where people abandon their animals when they no longer want them, love them, whatever. I never imagined having to take my own dog - one that I do love - and leave her in there. I've had to put down a dog of mine before due to old age, and oddly enough, the emotions I am going through seem strangely similar to what I went through after that. I guess it's called loss. I feel like taking a drink, although I'm not a heavy drinker, but when you work nights the only time of day you could possibly have a shot is in the morning, and somehow having a drink at 7 am seems out of place... I know I haven't gone deep into the details as to why we ended up reaching the decision of having to find her a new home, and because of that it may seem as if we didn't even try to make things work with Tess. But we did... We just ran out of options, and the situation was more unfair to her than anyone else. I dunno if this random monologue really has any point to it. Perhaps I shall try and fabricate one by asking if any of you have ever had to find a pet of yours a new home, and if so, what led up to that?