Yoshi

I love animals. I always have. I've always been the girl that cries when animals die in movies (Old Yeller, Where the Red Fern Grows... DUMB movies). I cry when I see deer dead on the side of the road. I have even cried when my mom killed a very pregnant fly. Granted, I was 10 years old, but still... I am a little too emotional when it comes to animals.

Whats worse is when it comes to my own animals. My husband and I adopted Yoshi, a pug/chihuahua mix about 5 months ago. When we adopted him, we weren't in school and not nearly as busy as we are now. Recently, we have realized that it would be selfish to keep him any longer. We probably shouldn't have gotten him in the first place, but I don't think either of us realized how busy life was going to get for us.

Now, we are both super attached, and I am having a really hard time dealing with losing my puppy. I have cried for a couple days now since it became a reality. I asked family if they wanted him first, hoping my mom or grandma would want him so I could see him occasionally, but no luck. So I posted it on facebook last night and craigslist about 10 minutes ago. I already have someone interested in him from craigslist. When they texted me, it hit me. Hard.

I love this animal. Thats why he needs a new home with someone who can spend more time with him than we can. But it is hard. Probably harder than it should be. Definitely harder than I thought it would be.