Three months ago I abrubtly left home. I had no place of my own, and could not take my little man with me. It was the hardest decision of my life, but I chose to find him a new home.
I got Ewok when he was six weeks old, he was the first born, but the runt of the litter. His mom was the average 15lbs, his dad was about 10lbs. I figured that he’d grow out in time…but he never did. Ewok stayed 5.3 lbs, full grown. My little brindle mop of a Shih-Tzu.
He’s almost three now, as of September 07, and I hope that he lives a long happy life.He was always there for me, always giving kisses, always taking naps on my stomach when I was laying in bed reading,
always by baby.
The day I took to his new home, I was so afriad that he wouldn’t understand that what I was doing was best for him, that I couldn’t care for him anymore.
As I turned to walk out the door, he started to follow me, and I just looked at him. I couldn’t tell him “no” or “stay”, but we locked eyes.
He gave me this look, that said “It’s okay, I understand.”
Then he he turned and walked the other way, not even looking back.
He told me it was okay to walk away. I don’t think I could have gone through with it if he hadn’t been brave. I’m forever grateful for the time we had, and for his unrelenting love.
You're my hero forever baby boy,
Parum Gero Ewok |
Genia |