(Ronnie, my super duper hyper 3-yrs-old Maltese)
My good friend had to give up one of her 3 dogs due to special circumstances. Since I had lunch with her and had nothing to do afterwards, I decided to tag along to the animal shelter in Orange. When we got to the shelter, I saw this couple giving up their dog. While they were waiting for a portable cage to arrive, a lady looked gloomy the whole time, petting her dog sadly. When it was time for them to separate, I think the dog knew something was wrong. He/she refused to get into a cage, whimpering and staring at the couple. The couple kissed the dog multiple times, whispered something, then finally the dog got into a cage. The couple walked away, but I saw them hugging each other and crying right next to their car. Then I saw a volunteer carrying that cage away, and the dog looked SO sad. His/her head was down, and didn't make any more noises.
While this whole scene was taking place, I was holding on to my friend's dog while she's filling out papers to give her up. My eyes were tearing up, then I started thinking about how sad I'd be when it's time for me to say bye bye to Ronnie. It won't be for next 7-8 yrs or so, but I know the time will come. For now, I'm sad that I won't be around again, for a long time, when the summer break ends. I know, out of my family, I care for him the most, I walk him, feed him, and pamper him the most. It was like that before I left for ICO too. My parents told me Ronnie became harder to control after I left. *sigh* I'm sad for him, but there's nothing I could do to change the situation. I guess I need to love him extra more while I'm home...