Goodbye is never easy, but in some cases it may be the only way. I never thought I would have to give up something so close to me, but this week i had to. My 1 year old chocolate lab, my bundle of energy, my muddy paw prints that appeared on my shirt everyday for the past year, my big miracle,... my Lazarus. I have been trying to decide what would be best for him for awhile now, and my selfishness kept him here with me, until i realized that I'm not doing him any favors by keeping him. He needed more love and attention that i could give him. So on Friday night, his new family came and meet him, and took him home.. to a REAL home. I knew it would be hard, but I didn't know that watching him get lifted into their car (he's very lazy) would hit me the way it did. I went to bed that night thinking about the first time i brought him home, he was so happy all the time. But i know that he is where he should be. I'm so sad to not call him mine anymore, and i will miss him terribly, but i know he is someone else's new best friend. So, no, goodbye isn't good, but in this case is isn't bad either.
