The history of Coconut is exactly the same as that of all dogs that are taken into the house without thinking. As a result, the puppy was not needed by anyone and wandered the streets all day long. Although I already had sixteen dogs, my neighbour persuaded me to take Coconut to her place. I agreed. Here I have to say that I didn't understand why she can't do it! However, she assured that her dogs would not accept the puppy. Well, okay, I agreed.
Coconut has lived with us for more than a month. He's used to other dogs, and they and I are used to him. And this morning this lady called me and said she wanted to try to introduce Coconut to her dogs and take him to herself. Seriously? More than in a month?
However, realising that being a third dog is better than the seventeenth, I agreed.
However, the realisation that it might be better (although I'm not sure) didn't make this situation better for me. I cried all morning. This situation awakened all the painful memories. Within a year, I lost four old dogs due to cancer: Romashka Tsilya, Chocolate and Mouse. I've also been terribly tired for the last two months, and from Monday I start a new job, which also makes me nervous. And the situation with Kokos became the so-called last straw. It completely undermined me.
I want to believe that he will be happy in the new family, but it's very hard for me. Why couldn't she pick him up a month ago? Why was it to give me time to love him and then take him away? I have no answers to these questions...
