To say that this weekend has been rough is an understatement. My heart is broken.
Yesterday my husband dropped off Elvis at his new home. I initially decided to go with but had a change of heart at the last minute. I couldn’t bear leaving him and driving away without him in our car. I’ve been a mess these last few days, I just hope that this pain and heartache that I feel will begin to heal soon.
I wrote an email to his new owners in which I poured my heart out in hopes that they will understand why I wasn’t there yesterday to wish him well in his new home.
You’re probably wondering why we decided to find him a new home. The main reason is because I found out that I’m allergic to dogs. The secondary reason and the one that breaks my heart (because I was willing to deal with the rash and hives) is, you see, I work nights. And I felt that I wasn’t giving him the life that he deserved. I felt guilty coming home in the morning after a shift and having to go to bed. He would sleep all night and end up sleeping all day with me too. He was a trooper. Never barked and always let me sleep a good day’s sleep.
My heart aches now that he’s not here. But rather than re-write and re-live the emotional memories, I have copied the e-mail I sent to Bernee. I warn you, it’s a sappy letter…
This is Araceli, Cesar’s wife. First and foremost, I want to apologize for not being there yesterday to meet the family and drop off Elvis. When Cesar told me how well the first visit went, I told him I wanted to be there to hand over Elvis to his new family . As the day came closer, I changed my mind and decided it was best if Cesar went alone. I didn’t have the heart to leave my sweet Elvis and drive off without him in our car.
To say that I’m a hot mess is an understatement. My heart is broken. It was a rough last few days with him. Knowing that our hours together were less and less was painful to bear. And it’s been a rough weekend without him here. This morning was especially tough as we realized that we’d never hear the jingle of his dog tag as he walked through the house, and that we’d never see his nose peeking through our bedroom door in the mornings. He was not allowed in our bed due to my allergies, but for some reason on Friday he climbed up there and I found him taking a nap on our bed. I didn’t say anything. I just cherished the moment. I cried like a baby on Thursday as we played together. I think he knew what was coming because he seemed more affectionate than usual and didn’t leave my side all day.