It's hard to say goodbye

Today, she left us for a better home.

It's been 11 months since we first took her home, when she was just a 2+ month old puppy. I carried her in my arms during the drive home. She was just a tiny little thing then. In the last 11 months that followed, she has grown to her full adult size.

During the time when she was with us, she has learned a few simple tricks, learned to love Prue, Piper and Phoebe and be loved in return.

Since I got pregnant, I was "banned" from taking care of all of them. So you might think there's no deep bond whatsoever. Plus the fact that I'm more a cat person than a dog person. And yet, when her new owners came to pick her up today, I couldn't control the tears.

She licked me on the face to say goodbye, but I could not utter the word "goodbye" to her. All I said was "See you, Pretty". It's a small comfort that her new owners gave us an open invitation to visit her whenever we want.

Ray tells me I shouldn't be sad because she will be loved and pampered as much as she deserves to be. I do feel better knowing that for a fact. She certainly deserves the attention and love which we couldn't provide anymore since the arrival of the baby.

This is my first time parting with a pet. It's an awful feeling. But like they say, if you love somebody, you have to set them free. Ray is right, we can't be selfish. She deserves to be happy and we will be happy for her too.

Farewell, Pretty.