Yahtzee is moving
Apr. 22nd, 2024 07:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
A while ago I started thinking about whether Yahtzee would be better off living here or with his puppy raisers. This has been his home for over 12 years now, he is of course very attached to me, and I don't mind the poop issues (he has some amount of fecal incontinence especially overnight) ... but I'm not the one dealing with said poop, and if something happens with him I can't do anything. Even as it is, thee are times when something happens-- he gets stuck in a position because his back legs don't always work right and he barks for help, or he has a poop accident, or whatever -- and it's between aide shifts so I can't actually get him help immediately. Puppy raisers can actually help, plus he's known them longer than he's known me, plus they wfh so he won't get lonely.
So after a lot of thinking, and talking with the puppy raisers and the vet and my dad, I've decided that he should "retire" to his puppy raisers. They are planning to come get him Friday. I'll be sending his old toys, and a blanket, and lots of love.
I weirdly didn't feel anything emotional after the decision was made -- maybe relief and the feeling that I'll be able to stop worrying (my brain has been telling me that he'll die overnight, pretty much every night plus any time Loki sings the song of his people), and intellectual knowledge that I'll miss him, but otherwise nothing-- until tonight. Now it feels like I'm giving up on him, like I'm just doing things the easy way, that I'm failing making this decision.
Vet thinks this is a great option, my dad thinks it's good, logically it's the right choice, the puppy raisers live close enough that if Yahtzee is miserable they can bring him back (thou*h he was fine with them for the two weeks of Phoebe training last year) ... and I still feel like crap.
So after a lot of thinking, and talking with the puppy raisers and the vet and my dad, I've decided that he should "retire" to his puppy raisers. They are planning to come get him Friday. I'll be sending his old toys, and a blanket, and lots of love.
I weirdly didn't feel anything emotional after the decision was made -- maybe relief and the feeling that I'll be able to stop worrying (my brain has been telling me that he'll die overnight, pretty much every night plus any time Loki sings the song of his people), and intellectual knowledge that I'll miss him, but otherwise nothing-- until tonight. Now it feels like I'm giving up on him, like I'm just doing things the easy way, that I'm failing making this decision.
Vet thinks this is a great option, my dad thinks it's good, logically it's the right choice, the puppy raisers live close enough that if Yahtzee is miserable they can bring him back (thou*h he was fine with them for the two weeks of Phoebe training last year) ... and I still feel like crap.
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Date: 2024-04-23 07:33 am (UTC)Oh isa. I think you are being sensible and kind. I'm sorry all options hurt.
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