I've tried to keep positive...tried to occupy my mind with thoughts of the Avengers, focusing on work, etc. but last night as I lay in bed I finally broke down.
My little Peanut is gone. About two months ago my wife and I brought home the sweetest little boy in the whole world...a male Pomchi we named Peanut. He and I bonded at first sight, and I loved that little guy as much as any father loves a human child. As far as I'm concerned he was my son.
He followed me everywhere and never ever left my side. He snuggled close to me in bed every night. Everything seemed fine with him for the first month, then his health started to take a turn for the worse. He would eat sporadically and cry all the time. He actually had tears streaming down his face. We tried everything to comfort him but to no avail.
Turns out his attachment to me was so strong he was suffering from severe separation anxiety because my wife and I both work full time and he was home alone for nearly nine hours a day. Rather than watch his health deteriorate further and continue to put him through that every day, we decided it was best for him to return him to his previous family. They own multiple dogs and cats, including Peanut's mother, as well has having two kids and a stay at home mom.
Handing him back to his previous owners was the hardest thing I've had to do in my life. He just clung to me and didn't want to let go. He whimpered and cried as I walked away. I felt like I just abandoned him.
It's been a couple weeks now, and his memories of us have faded...he has lots of playmates and attention now and is never alone. He's healthy and happy...but I miss him terribly. I still love you Peanut.
My little Peanut is gone. About two months ago my wife and I brought home the sweetest little boy in the whole world...a male Pomchi we named Peanut. He and I bonded at first sight, and I loved that little guy as much as any father loves a human child. As far as I'm concerned he was my son.
He followed me everywhere and never ever left my side. He snuggled close to me in bed every night. Everything seemed fine with him for the first month, then his health started to take a turn for the worse. He would eat sporadically and cry all the time. He actually had tears streaming down his face. We tried everything to comfort him but to no avail.
Turns out his attachment to me was so strong he was suffering from severe separation anxiety because my wife and I both work full time and he was home alone for nearly nine hours a day. Rather than watch his health deteriorate further and continue to put him through that every day, we decided it was best for him to return him to his previous family. They own multiple dogs and cats, including Peanut's mother, as well has having two kids and a stay at home mom.
Handing him back to his previous owners was the hardest thing I've had to do in my life. He just clung to me and didn't want to let go. He whimpered and cried as I walked away. I felt like I just abandoned him.
It's been a couple weeks now, and his memories of us have faded...he has lots of playmates and attention now and is never alone. He's healthy and happy...but I miss him terribly. I still love you Peanut.

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