It’s not always easy doing “the right thing”. The past week I have been thinking about a german shepherd that I rescued, and eight months later placed into gsd rescue program. The past couple of days I’ve been thinking of her non stop. When I went on facebook tonight, I realized why. It was one year ago today that I placed her.
I didn’t want another dog, but she needed help, so I took her in. She was just 14 months old, missing half of her fur, her ears were angry red, she cried if you touched them. She scratched herself ALL THE TIME. Sophie had major allergies and did so well on GOOD dog food ($50 a bag). But I didn’t have the means to give her this.
The morning she left we laid on the couch together. She rested her head in my chest and just looked up at me with those big brown eyes. I couldn’t hold back the tears. Goodbyes are so hard. In my life I have learned, even goodbyes that bring relief are not easy, and for me, not painless. I’ve had a few.
I’m trying to hold onto gratitude. How well she looked, last time I saw pictures of her, and how happy she looked. She was one smart dog. She was just so big and strong, and at the time I was having physical problems, well still do, but I remember how bruised I got a couple of times with her. She didn’t even know her size, her strength. The fastest dog I’ve ever seen, and my aussie was a tennis ball and Frisbee chaser. Sophie had it all over him, hands down.
So I’ve shed a few tears tonight, thinking about her, I do miss her. I never thought I would give up an animal, ever, always had them. Last year at this time I had two dogs and three cats. Every woman needs this much responsibility! Now I have one dog and two cats, and my cats are geriatric. In fact, my Maine Coon who spends summers outside, hasn’t shown her face in the past couple days. I am concerned. But I remember being concerned one time when I hadn’t seen her for a week (We are talking probably 12-14 years ago now), and she came crawling back. I think she got locked into a building across the road, and finally found her escape. I am thinking back on the tears I shed that day when she came home, tears of joy.
My little terrier was groomed the other day. I typically do it. Can’t say as I like the looks of her head the way it is, I prefer the ragdoll look, but she sure does smell good, and her fur is so soft. Unlike my aussie who pranced around and thought he was the cats meow after he was groomed, she ran under the ottoman and stayed there for the day.
I know I did right by Sophie. I know because it was one very hard decision to make and follow through with. I’ve found that doing “the right thing” is typically the hardest choice, and the most difficult to do!
Time to go to bed, and hopefully sleep will come. I hope! I hope! I hope! And I hope you have a great day!