Goodbye is the Saddest Word

The day I have dreaded has finally come. I type alone. Maggie and Maia have found new homes. They are away on trial periods, but it sounds like Maia is for sure where she will stay. I let Maggie go for her test run last night. She didn't really know what was going on and it broke my heart to let her go. I went back inside and just held Maia forever, crying.

Maia was taken tonight. She knew something was wrong. She'd spent last evening and this morning looking for Maggie and wandering around the house whining. I kept her with me as much as I could and tonight instead of excitedly greeting her visitors, she kept close beside me. She cowered when I put her leash on her and I had to pick her up and place her in the car. She was trying to tell me she did not want to go, and I really wish I could have told her in a way she would understand that I did not want to let her or Maggie go. I wish I could have told them so they would know how much I love them and how desperately I hope they are in better homes where they will live long, happy, healthy, well-loved lives.


I may see Maggie again if things don't work out at her new home. Both women have invited me to come visit whenever I want if they decide to keep my dogs. The best part about these women is they both already have dogs, and they work together, so Maggie and Maia may still get to see each other for play dates.

I just don't know which would be harder, visiting the dogs knowing I have to say goodbye again, or not visiting knowing I could have. I only have six months before I leave for Utah anyway. After that, I am sure I will be forgotten.

I love you Maggie and Maia!!