Why do we say good bye when there really isn't a good feeling? Letting a part of your heart go ain't easy. It hurts. Even if you've planned this good bye for months and you know it's for the best there's that whole heart thing. You know things won't ever be the same.
The littles are leaving. It's time, and they're taking part of me with them. I've tried so hard not to become attached, and I've failed. Miserably.
I'll miss the way Dolly snuggles so close just so she can give kisses. The way her blue eyes sparkle and the color contrast of her tan and chocolate fur.
I'll miss Tucker's growl. I'll miss seeing him run to greet me and the way he chases the big dogs. He's a perfect black and tan with a little white spot on his chest.
I'll miss seeing the big dogs play with them. They have wonderful, perfect homes waiting for them. Their new parents are so excited and have "dacshund " experience. But I won't see them every day. I won't know if they slept well. If they drank enough water. I just won't know and that's all part of letting go.
