I’ve been an animal lover my entire life. I grew up with dogs, cats & fish. I currently have two family dogs back home where I grew up. My husband and I recently moved to NYC and I’ve been feeling lonely missing my family, friends and dogs. I thought getting a puppy would be a great idea as I’ve been wanting one for quite sometimes now (year or more). My husband is from another country where they don’t have pets so he’s not used to owning one or really being around one. I convinced him getting one would be a great idea and I assured him I knew what I was doing. I wanted an aussie and most of the breeders I reached out to had a waiting list for 2-3 months and so we weren’t expecting to get one as soon as we did and we still had time to think about getting one. Well one night out of the blue this breeder called me and said he had one puppy left. The color and sex I’ve been wanting. He said the couple that had put a deposit down on him backed out last minute and if you want him you have to come get him tomorrow otherwise he had other people interested. So my husband and I drove to go pick him up the next day. We only had him for a week but we quickly realized the mistake we made. Yes we were tired, got no sleep, he made messes everywhere and my husband and I didn’t really even talk that entire week because our main focus was the puppy. I could tell on my husbands face he wasn’t ready for this. I felt terrible because I thrusted this puppy upon him and changed his life completely. Anyways we realized we live in a small N.Y. apartment and the parks are not close by for us to walk him there. There was no grass by us. This dog was going to be 70 pounds fully grown. We had a fenced in concrete back yard and a small patch of fake grass on the roof deck. We felt terrible not being able to give this dog the life he deserved. This is also a working breed and will need exercise all day long and to be mentally stimulated. We thought about how we would soon be going back to work and that he would be spending the day inside locked in a tiny apartment. That crushed us. After talking with our close friends and family we decided to rehome him. We made it our mission to find the perfect family. They had two homes. A big back yard. A rescue dog already of their own. A swimming pool and they were a very active family with two teenage boys who fell in love with him upon first sight talking about how they can’t wait to go on runs and hikes with him when he’s older. He was the most beautiful aussie I’d ever seen. I miss him often and look at his pictures. I know it’s not healthy. Also I want to mention my husband typically travels 2-3 weeks every month and we have no family here to look after him if we had to travel for work or go on vacation or an emergency happened where we had to go back home.
I’m just feeling really guilty even though I know he’s MUCH happier and getting the life he deserves. Will this feeling ever pass? I hope I dont get a lot of hate. Everyone we spoke to and people we aren’t close with told us we were making the right decision for his sake. We truly did this for the dogs best interest and we honestly weren’t expecting to get a dog out of the blue. I think it’s important to note too we decided to do this sooner rather than later even though I really wanted to keep him so he wouldn’t get attached to us and we wouldn’t get too attached to him.
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