I gave my boy away tonight and I don't know when or if he'll be back. I cried once he'd gone, he has no idea what is happening. Poor lad has gone from a week in kennels to a strange house with new people. They seem lovely but he must be so confused. This was all organised by the charity we adopted him from when he was just 10 weeks old, he is now 2.
My husband has terminal cancer and on Saturday he had a really large stroke, we are hoping to get him discharged home as soon as possible and Alf (our hellhound) wouldn't cope well with a constant coming and going of people and I can't look after DH, the babies and Alf.