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,
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