When we moved into our new home, we adopted another dog. A very sweet boy named Ledger. For a month or so everything was perfect - the boys got along wonderfully and the house was coming along really well. Then one day out of the blue the dogs started fighting. I mean REALLY fighting. It was scary and awful.
The next few weeks were really hard. We separated the dogs completely, and spent a TON of money on fixing the situation. After the first ($700) thing didn't work, we met with a trainer and after lots of hard work, got things back on track. Or so we thought.
This past weekend my mom and I discussed the idea of her adopting a dog. She has room in her life for one, and we thought it would be nice for her to have a great companion. (I am starting to think everyone should have some doggy love in their lives!) While we were talking about it we said several times that Mom needed a dog like Ledger, sweet and snuggly, and super eager to please.
Without rehashing my entire horrible day yesterday, I will just say that the dogs started fighting again. I called my mom sobbing and she wondered aloud if she should adopt Ledger.
I thought on it (and cried on it) pretty much all day. I picked my best girl's brain and got the answer I sort of expected. Ledger IS the perfect dog for my mom. PERFECT. Maybe he came into our lives because my mom needed him.
It was hard for me to wrap my brain around because I love Ledger, and really felt like he was my dog.
I waited until Bobby got home to talk to him about it - assuming that even suggesting that my mom take Ledger would start a huge fight.
When Bobby came home he brought Hurley with him. As soon as they walked in the door Ledger started trembling. It really broke my heart, and it was the last sign I needed to make up my mind - it would not be fair to keep Ledger in a home where he was afraid. I tentatively broached the subject with Bobby (through tears and hiccups) and Bobby was immediately on board. He felt the same way I did - Ledger deserves better than to keep getting hurt and live in fear. And "Miz" would be great for him.
Bobby wanted to pull the band-aid off quickly, so we gathered Ledgie's things and took him to my Mom's.
My mom is an amazing parent (I should know) and she's going to be so good for Ledger. This transition is difficult for all of us, but I know in my heart that it was the best decision.
Although I am sad and missing him terribly, I have this great picture in my head of my mom coming home to this sweet little ray of sunshine everyday, and I can imagine how much better her life will be for having him in it.
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