Another relationship comes to an end
After falling in love, caretaking, enjoying, accepting, falling out of love, still loving, and now just tolerating... It's time for me to find a new home for my little toy poodle.
For more reasons than I care to name, after years together, it's time to part ways. I'm going to do my best to get him groomed one last time tomorrow, then take him to the shelter on Saturday. I don't know anyone who can take him in, and while I don't like the idea of a shelter, he's a cute, sweet, and still pretty young little dog. He's a toy poodle, for crying out loud: someone desperate for a new pet will see him, fall in love with him, and take him away to create a new future together.
I've struggled with this decision for a few years now. I'm sad about it all, and at the same time, I'm clear that our relationship is done. I will no longer "should" myself: he'll find a good home, and we'll both be happy.
I only hope the groomer has space for him tomorrow... He'll have the best chance to win over a new owner when looking his peppy best. Still, I took him in when he was a nest of tangles and half-starved. Come what may, he'll be okay. And, so will I.
Does make me wonder...
What else will this week of "what if" bring?