On Saturday we said goodbye to our second dog. It was a hard decision. He was a sweetheart, and we loved him, but too many things were in the way of him having a good life with us. He needs people who are home all day. He needs people who aren’t planning to have kids one day, and for whom kids aren’t a big part of their lives. We didn’t make this decision lightly, and we never, never would have given him back if we didn’t have complete assurance that the rescue would find him the best home. In the end, we decided it would be better to make the decision now instead of waiting until years down the road when we had children and he couldn’t make the change.
So we’re once again looking for dog number two. I’m keeping “adopt a second dog” crossed off on my 30 before 30 list though, because we adopted or second dog. He just couldn’t stay with us.
We loved or boy, and we know the perfect home is out there for him. Good luck, little friend.
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