This was a bit of a sad weekend. We said goodbye to Buster and Scout. I took them to a shelter Saturday. I did it for many reasons, but it still didn't feel good. I have a guilt that will stay with me probably forever. But when it all boiled down it needed to be done, for Simon if for no other reason. They weren't good with him and don't like to use the litter box and that's not healthy or good for anyone. It's been something I've been wanting to do for a while. The husband wasn't so sure. I was worried he'd think I was going against his wishes. It was reassuring when Saturday night he said it was time and without saying it in so many words, gave me his blessing for what I had done.
This morning he got Simon up and brought him into our room, something we hadn't been able to do in a long time, but used to do when he was a baby. He asked about the "at" and I think Blaine and I both just about lost it. I'm glad Simon's not any older. I'm glad there were no other questions. Blaine just told him that they went to live with someone else.
It kind of breaks my heart because I want Simon to grow up with pets. It's something I wanted so badly as a child I could taste it but was not able to have. Sure, I had fish and hamsters, but it's not the same. Maybe in a few years we can try again. Maybe, by the grace of God, we can be in a position to let him have a dog.
One last thing, if and when we are able to become pet owners again we will adopt our new friend. That is the way to go, my friend. There are too many homeless pets in the world. Shelters are full of them. Please consider it if you're looking for a new furry friend.
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