This weekend I said goodbye to Daisy.
Daisy is a great dog. A really great dog. But she was so lonely for more company and I just couldn’t stand her sorrow.
The core advice for adopting adult dogs is to be patient. But patient for what? Patient for the point where Daisy realises that this is it and resigns herself to a life of loneliness? Screw that.
I have the best parents in the world. They offered to adopt Daisy so she will have more human and dog company. That way, she’ll have a good home and still be in my life. It will also be good for Rory, as Kira is approaching the end of her life.
Daisy is happy at my parent’s place. She still asks for a lot of attention and pushes Rory aside when he gets pats (Kira also did that when she was younger) but is so much more chilled when people ignore her. With me, she would wonder around the room crying but here she’s content to lie down with the other dogs. Seeing the difference in her between the two homes is remarkable.
I still feel like the worst person in the world.