As I type this, I am crying uncontrollably.
I have just given my dog away to a good friend of mine. Her name, my dog that is, is Loki. She is now owned by a good friend of mine, Catie.
Every day for the past 3 years I have come home to the most beautiful and eager face I've ever known. I have had many dogs in my life but Loki will go down in the record books as the kindest and most loving. That says a lot.
She is a black lab mix, afraid of thunder and lightening and always ready to bolt after a stray cat. I found her in the middle of a rainstorm while I was living in Brookhaven and since taking her in so long ago, I fell in love with her and am now dealing with the pain of having to let go.
I make no bones about not having many friends. I'm just kind of a loner I suppose. But I did let myself get attached to that dog and now my heart is aching like it never has in my life. The tears are falling and moistening my shirt's neckline. I am a hopeless case and it's all because of a 50 pound dog who, I know, is missing me right now just as much as I am missing her.
I know this is for the best. It has to happen if I am to make my move out west. I am giving up everything, AGAIN, to finally move to and make a life in Denver, Colorado.
The clock is ticking now. I have roughly three months to save up as much money as I can, load my car with clothes and head out with the wind in my hair and hope for a better life in my heart.
Goodbye, Loki. I love you and will cherish you always. Be a good dog.
