Comment on Rehoming a pet: How to cope with the grief by Alexandria.

I rehomed my 2 year old best friend yesterday. I’ve had her since she was 8 weeks. When I first adopted her, things were great. I’d just started a new job with flexible hours and great pay. It was such an exciting time, I drove over 10 hours to pick her up. I loved getting off everyday and coming home to her. We played, ran around, snacked, walked for miles, watched movies, cuddled — anything, it was perfect whenever we were together. I am in tears as I write this because that girl changed my life in such a short time. If there was a project I was up late working on, she’d lay her head on my keyboard, reminding me that enough was enough. She made me feel safe and loved. The following year, I found out I was pregnant unexpectedly. Due to some complications, I was forced to leave work and remain at home — resulting in me having to leave my job and rely solely on my partners income. Bills began to stack up, our rent skyrocketed, and I soon realized that we weren’t able to meet her needs like we once were. We ended up being so behind on rent that we had to leave. When we got to our new location, they informed us that they would not allow pets whatsoever (a policy we somehow overlooked). With nowhere else to go, we knew that it was time to find our baby a proper home — with a family who was much more established than we were. We found a rescue that were thrilled to have her. I miss her so much. There’s this hollow feeling inside of my stomach. I regret not being able to give her a better life & I hate that money posed as a barrier to this.

I am thankful to be able to read about your journeys. I’ve been searching for comfort for hours and I didn’t find that until now.