And so it is, exactly one year after taking ownership, our journey has ended. Tonight we bade Bennet and Bingley farewell as they entered into the next stage of their life with a new family (found via Craigslist, but we trust they will provide our guys with a loving environment).
All day long, while Micaiah was sad at the prospect of her dogs leaving ("The dogs don't go! They have to stay with me! I have to stay with them!" - why don't you just rip our hearts out, little girl?), Philip and I have been rejoicing - thinking of all the things we haven't been able to do this past year, but now will be able to enjoy once again.
We can plant garlic again!
We can put screens back in our windows (they tore these out, too)!
We can take the kids outside to play!
Oh, how marvelous!
What I didn't count on were the tears that sprang from my eyes almost the minute we shut the door on our beloved puppies - and I'm not talking a tiny trickle, but snot flowing, crying into my husband's shirt-sleeve kind of tears. Having never had many visitors in the backyard, they didn't know anyone other than us. They were terrified. And I was heartbroken. Micaiah hadn't said, "Good-bye." Bennet is nervous anyway, how will he handle new people (and a new canine friend in his future home)?
While I know I'll recover soon enough, there is, apparently, a mourning process, still.
Darn those pregnancy hormones.
My shy, nervous and adorable Bennet
Our hyper, loving, and curious Bingley