So Long Sir

Yesterday we found Sir a new home. We were going to keep him, because we fell in love with him but every week it was just becoming more and more clear that him and the cats cannot live in harmony. Becuase of this fact, the cats had permanently taken up residence in the basement...creating a refugee camp of sorts, and Sir was forced to either be leashed or crated at all times for fear that he would really hurt our cats. I was discussing this with my friend Elizabeth when she suggested calling her friend who has a Jack Russell named Molly. Turns out her friend was interested in adopting Sir, her name escapes me now...either that or I'm blocking it, as she is his new mom. She has a large fenced in yard, he will have a sister Molly and they will spend everyday with girl's parents while girl is at work, meaning he will have constant excercise and company, which he just loves. We really couldn't have dreamed up a more perfect home for him and I know he will be happier there, but that still didn't prevent me from crying hysterically, as soon as we walked into our neighbors house in front of everyone, not to put too fine a point on it. Despite my sadness at losing yet another dog from my life, I feel confident that I've made the right decision for my three cats, who have already reclaimed their house and seem thrilled to not have to hide out and live in fear. Here they are, all looking more relaxed than they have in a long time.

Sydney



Feely



Samson


Next weekend is the March for the Animals, an event I was looking forward to spending with Penelope and Sir. Hopefully Sir's new mom will join us so that I can still spend the day with him. Last year, Maximus, Penelope and I walked the three miles together alone. It was right before Max was diagnosed with cancer and right before we all moved into our new home with Russ. In my memory it exists as a day where the three of us were happy and healthy and independent. We were so happy that day and I was so proud of my little family...walking with them made me realize how much joy they bring to my life. So much has changed since then...the next six months were spent battling cancer, the six months after that have been spent grieving Max, and in between all of that life has gone on, wonderfully in my new home with Russ. For the walk this year, I assembled a group of friends and their dogs to walk with us...I plan for it to be a new memory burned in my mind symbolizing all of the great friends I now have and that even though life changes drastically from year to year, it doesn't have to be viewed as a bad thing.