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This is #7133. He doesn’t have a name yet, as he was only found in a box on the side of the road a week ago. He’s a four-month-old terrier and terribly depressed. He won’t even walk. I met him yesterday when we were shopping at Petsmart. When I first began to pet him he was curled up and expressing no interest in anything. But then he started cuddling closer. Then he put his nose on my lap. Next, his head. I sat there for at least an hour, during which he slowly crept his way into my lap. My mom couldn’t bring herself to tell me we had to go. When I asked her if she had filled out an application yet (only half-jokingly), she gave me her cell and told me to call Dad. Amazingly enough, he didn’t immediately veto the idea. So my mom went home to pick up our two dogs. We went to the back of the store to see how to get along. It went great; Snoopy and Zoe mostly ignored the little guy, and they actually brought him out a bit. I, of course, wanted to bring him home right away, but my mom decided we needed to think about it overnight. I was sure we were going to adopt him.
Last night we talked about if this really was a good idea. For a variety of reason, such as the fact that both Theresa and I are leaving next year, and he already has abandonment issues, we decided that it would be best for him if someone else adopted him.
I totally agree with this. I hate people who proclaim to love their pets, but never take into consideration what would actually be best for said pet. I don’t want the poor thing depressed in an empty home next year. But I still feel like I’m abandoning him. I always bond with dogs when I visit them, but I really thought for a while there that we were going to adopt him, so I let myself get to close. I can’t help but worry about what’s going to happen to him, and what if he gets adopted to a family with little kids, or gets an owner with very little patience, and he gets hurt, and we could’ve saved him from that.
I’m sorry to be depressing, but it’s been one thing after another this year. This is hardly the worst thing that’s happened to me this year, but I needed to let off some steam, and I don’t like talking about personal things very much.
Is living in the dorms that great? It didn’t sound like it when I stayed at Creighton. Plus Creighton is too far north (this may seem minor, but weather really does have a big impact on my mood), Xavier is too inaccessible (it’s about a nine-hour bus ride-not fun), and unless I get into the Micah House, SLU is too big. Maybe I should just forget the whole ‘college experience’ and stay at home with my dogs. It would mean I’d have to convince my parents to buy a car, actually get my driver’s license, and get a job so I could buy gas. I might not make as many friends that way, but who needs humans when you have dogs?