The past 24 hours have been a whirlwind adventure. We got a kitty, and gave up our beloved Beagle, Daisy. My eyes are swollen from crying, while I chuckle at the expression on Duncan (our new kitten) as he watches me type away at my keyboard.
The decision to re-home Daisy was heavy-laden with pros, cons, facts and raw emotions. I’ve had my floppy-eared baby since she was 6-weeks-old. Daisy was, and is, a great dog. Had I known then what I know now, however, Daisy would never have been a part of my life. I didn’t know this apartment was in my future. I had no idea that Red, or public relations or any of what has happened was in the cards for me. It’s been a journey filled with surprises, heartache and joy, but tonight was especially heart-wrenching.
The idea of re-homing my girl came way back in October, when I knew I was coming back to school. The question of where I would live with a dog in the city was blaring at me. It meant living in a more expensive apartment, further from town, but I love my place. It was worth the price. Without those big eyes and floppy ears, I’m not sure I could have survived November-January here. Things got easier when Red came into my life, but being away from F was hard. Too hard.
The only thing harder was making it work here, alone, with F and Daisy.
I hit my breaking point when, on one of our walks, F got his sweaty hand free from my own, equally sweaty hand and bolted away from me – towards traffic. Panicking, I dropped Daisy’s leash to chase him. Unsurprisingly, she chased me.
We got lucky. The car saw F get away. It stopped. I grabbed him, furious and terrified and relieved all at once. I picked up Daisy’s leash. I went home, sick to my stomach with worry. I couldn’t do it any more. What if it happened again? What if the car didn’t see him? What if I didn’t catch him on time? What if. What if. What if.
With a heavy heart, I let Daisy go to a lovely family of four who live in a beautiful area outside of the city. She’ll live out her days with two young boys, a stay-at-home Mom and all the love in the world. She’ll be loved and well-cared for and that’s all I could ever hope for her, for someone to love her as much as we do.
It was knowing that Daisy would need to find a new home, it was knowing that it was going to take a toll on us, it was knowing that I’d need a furry friend to snuggle with from time to time that Duncan became a part of our life. I’ve always had a cat. Cats are independent. They can live happily in an apartment, inside and safe from the noise and bustle. They can climb on your lap when you need a friend, or curl up on the chair across from you when you need your space.
F’s tears have been dried in the fur of our little friend, too. Nothing will replace our Daisy, but Duncan will be our furever friend to help us heal after saying goodbye to our favourite, floppy-eared gal.