I got my own dog back in 2015. My boyfriend at the time and I were getting our first place together, and we felt it was right for us. We quickly found and connected with our girl, Addie. She was an 8-week-old mini Australian Shepherd. Shortly after we got her, we got engaged. Then we got married. Then he was deployed. Then we moved. And we moved again. And we moved again. And again, but this time to a big house with a large backyard. That's when we got a German Shepherd, Revali.
Then we separated. My husband cheated for the third time. I was done.
During the early months of our separation, I was basically homeless. My husband wasn't taking care of the dogs, so I took them with me everywhere. They were my babies. Especially Addie. She and I had been through so much together.
I rented the first apartment I could find. It was a tiny studio apartment. Addie was miserable because she could never get away from Revali, who was constantly pestering her to play. It got to the point where she'd vomit from nerves and she would not let him anywhere near me. When we were living at the house, she had plenty of room to get away from him to have her alone time.
I knew I had to rehome one of them. It hurt my heart beyond belief, but I couldn't give them both the lives they needed. I decided to rehome Addie because I knew she would be easier to take care of. She was low-maintenance. Revali was still just a puppy with high energy. I couldn't trust anyone to give him the attention he needed because it was a lot.
Fast forward to now. It's been a long time since the split, but I still think about Addie every single day. I can't talk about her without crying. I don't have the connection with Revali that I had with her. I love him to bits, but it's not the same. I unexpectedly was able to get out of my lease and move into a house with a fenced yard. I would take her back in a heartbeat. But I know that's not how it works.
She's living with my dad's neighbor who is dying of cancer. She has brought so much light into his life, so I've made peace with that. But part of me selfishly wishes I would have just toughed it out a few more months until I was in my current living situation.
Part of me feels irresponsible for getting two dogs. But I didn't know it would end up like this. I just miss her. I want to know I made the right choice.
TL;DR: Had to rehome one of my dogs after my husband and I split up. She and I were super close, and I miss her every. freaking. minute.
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