One of the hardest things I’ve ever have to do happened this Monday. I had to take three of my dogs (I have five) to the animal shelter. I didn’t want to do it, but things have been very tight lately (money wise) and it was very hard to support them. I keep getting flashbacks of taking them to the shelter and saying goodbye to them. They definitely took a piece of my heart with them, I felt incomplete when I left.
Anybody who truly knows me, knows that I adore animals. These dogs were like my kids, so it was very hard to say goodbye. As soon as I left the dogs there I ran to the car, locked the doors and screamed and cried, it was very unsettling.
I know good people will adopt them. They are young and healthy dogs, they were vaccinated so I know they have a great chance of being adopted. I can’t stop thinking about them though, and I know I will never forget them. This really makes me consider if I want to have a dog when I have my own place. When they get sick, die or have to give them away, the suffering is just too much.
Pets are family and they are part of your heart.