Louie

The last couple weeks have been a whirlwind of emotion and I finally have the heart (and time) to get back to my blog. Fair warning- don't read if you don't feel like experiencing my sadness...
8 days ago, I made one of the toughest decisions of my life. Some people may laugh at that, but I have been fortunate that I have what I would consider a nice and easy life so far... I am well aware of this fact and try not to take it for granted.
The story starts 3 and 1/2 years ago when I picked Louie up from the breeders...
He was my very first dog, my first pet that was all mine, and was my "baby". I carried my little 8 week old, 7 pound bundle around as if he was a human baby. It was so bad, he did not learn to go up and down steps for months... I carried him everywhere! Needless to say he was spoiled rotten, and spent the next few years following me around. He watched me brush my teeth, he waited for me outside the shower, he waited in the bay window for me when I went out for runs... he always had me on my radar. That was because I was the only one who understood him. He was a difficult dog in many ways and very needy. He needed my constant attention and from day 1 he couldn't stand to be alone. Once Emmerson came along, his acting out became worse. It didn't help that I went from a 3 day a week job to 5 days and a very demanding graduate program on top of that. He let me know he wasn't happy at least once a day and after many months of talking about it, Bryan and I thought it would be best for Louie and us if we found him a home that better suited his needs. Within minutes of Bryan posting on Craig's List, a lovely retired couple contacted him and expressed interest. After 2 days of crying at the possibility that I might like these potential new "parents", we brought Louie to meet them last Thursday. Seriously, it was traumatic and it makes me cry right now thinking about it... they ended up being wonderful. An answered prayer.
I know Louie will be so happy hanging out all day and night with his new family and in his new home. They let him sleep in their bed at night and have been great about keeping in contact with us. As soon as enough time goes by for me to be able to handle it, they have offered for me to stop by and see him anytime I want. I miss my little man so much... he was my buddy, my Boo Boo, my furry friend, my LuLu... and always by my side for years. At least I know he is happier now getting attention and love all day versus being locked up in the laundry room...
but it still hurts.