Cassie got adopted yesterday.
I am extremely saddened by this and cired for almost six hours straight last night, save for the 40 minutes on the phone I spoke with her new owner.
This is for the best, I suppose.
Her new owner sounds like the perfect person to have my spoiled brat (I can say that, you know, 'cos it's loving
). Apparently she's dog crazy. She owns a 3bed/2bath house with a huge, fenced backyard. One of the bedrooms is a "doggy room," as she called it, which comes complete with cable television ("always on Animal Planet") and an $800 "doggy obstacle course," for when she is at work. She has an eight year old lab. She seems to be very well off, so I'm hoping she can take care of whatever ailments might afflict Cassie.
I told her if something ever happened to where she could not keep her, not to hesitate by calling me.
I hope she didn't put up a front for me. I hope she really is this dog obsessed, crazy-rich lady.
I never even got to say goodbye to Cassie. I feel horrible. I know dog cognitive processing isn't as advanced as humans, but I still have this tinge of guilt and hurt that our last meeting wasn't as joyful as it should have been. The night before last, Stephen went to a show and came in at 12:30 with Rob, interrupting Cassie and Mandy sleep/cuddle time, and then he went to Rob's apartment to "chill with the boys." Stephen came back for good at 3:30 and woke up Cassie again. Later that morning she didn't want to get up to go to Pet Rescue by Judy, which we take her to every weekend, so she did the whole dead-weight thing. I was like, "good girl, Cassiopia!" (Yes, Cassie is short for that...) and then Stephen got ticked and I was like, "Come, Cassie" (she really only responds to my commands). We got in the car and she couldn't get comfortable and hit her head every time Stephen applied brakes. THEN as soon as Cassie was caged, Stephen made me leave... he does that every time..
And when I went back to pick her up, she was gone.
I burst into tears.
I'm horribly sad that she's gone, but very happy that she'll have a good life.
I miss her so much already.
I am extremely saddened by this and cired for almost six hours straight last night, save for the 40 minutes on the phone I spoke with her new owner.
This is for the best, I suppose.
Her new owner sounds like the perfect person to have my spoiled brat (I can say that, you know, 'cos it's loving
). Apparently she's dog crazy. She owns a 3bed/2bath house with a huge, fenced backyard. One of the bedrooms is a "doggy room," as she called it, which comes complete with cable television ("always on Animal Planet") and an $800 "doggy obstacle course," for when she is at work. She has an eight year old lab. She seems to be very well off, so I'm hoping she can take care of whatever ailments might afflict Cassie.
I told her if something ever happened to where she could not keep her, not to hesitate by calling me.
I hope she didn't put up a front for me. I hope she really is this dog obsessed, crazy-rich lady.
I never even got to say goodbye to Cassie. I feel horrible. I know dog cognitive processing isn't as advanced as humans, but I still have this tinge of guilt and hurt that our last meeting wasn't as joyful as it should have been. The night before last, Stephen went to a show and came in at 12:30 with Rob, interrupting Cassie and Mandy sleep/cuddle time, and then he went to Rob's apartment to "chill with the boys." Stephen came back for good at 3:30 and woke up Cassie again. Later that morning she didn't want to get up to go to Pet Rescue by Judy, which we take her to every weekend, so she did the whole dead-weight thing. I was like, "good girl, Cassiopia!" (Yes, Cassie is short for that...) and then Stephen got ticked and I was like, "Come, Cassie" (she really only responds to my commands). We got in the car and she couldn't get comfortable and hit her head every time Stephen applied brakes. THEN as soon as Cassie was caged, Stephen made me leave... he does that every time..
And when I went back to pick her up, she was gone.
I burst into tears.
I'm horribly sad that she's gone, but very happy that she'll have a good life.
I miss her so much already.
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Sorry.
Don't worry. It sounds like Cassie was great, but you'll have another dog one day, and love him/her/it just as much as you did Cassie.