We had a tough decision to make, and we made it. (This has nothing to do with Sage, and if I had realized just how much speculation would occur, I would have posted something else entirely… sorry about that.)
Tonight, we watched as a couple we had just met loaded up a crate, a tub of food, a few other items… and lastly our beloved dachshunds, Dash and Buster.
They’ve been part of our family for five years, but lately we’ve been unhappy… and by “we,” I don’t just mean Ann and me. I mean the doxies, too.
We haven’t been able to give them more than cursory attention, and they don’t have the opportunity to exercise. The family adopting them has three kids, one other dog, and a fenced yard “half the size of a football field.”
It was a hard decision, and an emotional one… one that makes me feel like maybe I could have done something different. But it was the right one.
Although it did just occur to me that it’s now just me, Ann, Sage, and our Cairn terrier Chelle. I’m the last man standing.