Reagan

Well, I did it. I found Reagan a new home. I've never given up a pet before. It was really, really, really hard. I almost started crying when I was saying bye to her in the new owners house. I managed to hold it together until I got in the car, but I had a good cry on the way home. It feels so wrong to pass her around like she has been. I hate that we had to do it, but it was for the best. (Doesn't that sound so cliche? God.) We'd only had her for a few months, but in those few months we realized that we aren't dog people. As much as I really wanted to be a dog person, I'm just not. I need a low maintenance pet. Cats are perfect for that. They keep to themselves most of the time, don't have to be let outside to pee, can eat out of a feeder without over-eating, and I don't have to worry about them hurting Martha. Seriously though, I'm still getting choked up about having to find Reagan a new home. I feel 100% guilty and totally to blame for her being in her 3rd home in her short 6 month life.

The one thing I feel good about is that she's with a very nice couple and a nice doggie playmate where I know she'll be loved and taken care of. I went and met with them today, got to see how the dogs interacted with each other, and was able to check out their house to make sure she'd be going into a good environment. I know I made the right choice with this couple, so at least I can sleep ok tonight knowing that she's in good hands. I just REALLY hope that she's in her permanent home now. It breaks my heart to think that she could easily be given to someone else and I would never know about it. All I can do is just hope that she's happy. I said a little prayer for her (is it weird to pray for a dog?) just asking that she feels safe and loved.

Now I just have to get back to my normal daily life without her at my feet all the time. My house feels weird right now without her.