Heartache

A short while ago we were forced to make a really difficult decision. Lollypop got a bite mark under his eye and Sasha a bite mark on the side of her head, only nips but enough to worry about with them left on their own for long periods. Lollypop was getting worse at chasing and pinning down Misty and Sasha was picking up this trait. Worrying at what we might come home to one day we sat down and thought about all the possible options and decided that the best thing to do for the dogs welfare was to have them re-homed.

On the Saturday before last, we took them back to the re-homing centre where we originally adopted them and fought back the tears while we went through the paper work. Leading Sasha and Lollypop down to the kennels was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, Lollypop was jumping about like a nutter as normal but Sasha was frantically looking around for Debbie who was hid behind our car sobbing her heart out.

We feel as guilty as hell, not only for taking them back but for thinking we could cope with more than one dog and especially adopting Sasha earlier this year. We've been used to telling Lollypop to get down every 10 seconds and telling either Lolly or Sasha to put the cat down. Saturday night was awful, Lucy was as a loss as to what to do in the peace and quiet and we couldn't help but mull over what we had done and questioned our decision all night.

Sunday brought a new sunnny day, in the afternoon we all sat out in the garden, Eric was off on his travels as usual but Misty was laid out on the steps and Toddy felt safe enough to sprawl out in the flower bed with Lucy, batting the odd bumble bee as it buzzed by.

We're sure we've made the right decision, adamant now that Lucy will be an only and spoilt little dog for the rest of her days.


Paul.