We got a yellow Labrador 3 years ago. She is beautiful with golden fur and eyes like shiny gold coins. She is full of high energy, affection and lots of hair. Hair that sheds constantly! She craves non stop affection, and attention and can out bark any other dog and turned out to be the best running companion I've ever had. You could say I had a love/hate relationship with her.
I agreed to the dog when I didn't think I was going to have anymore kids and felt like I could nurture something else. Unfortunately, after I go pregnant, any desire to nurture her fizzled away....there just wasn't a lot left over at the end of the day. The stress and GUILT, yes guilt, for not being an attentive pet owner has been building and the hate outweighed the love. In addition to that, we are getting ready to give up our backyard to the construction of a pool (YEAH!!) and felt it wasn't fair to her to limit her already restricted life. So 3 days ago she went to live with my brother who has more time, more land and desire to give her what I think she needs.
What I didn't expect, what I wasn't prepared for, was a little, tiny, itty bitty piece of my heart that went with her. I surprisingly miss those warm drops of gold that used to stare at me, begging for whatever I was willing to give. And forget about my run this morning. It was crap!
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