Today was a terrible day. No, it was a Terrible Day, with capitalization required. Today is the day I decided to give up the search for a new family for Oliver - and I took him to the Williamson County Animal Shelter. It was devastating. For all of us. Well, everyone but Daddy, since he proclaimed the whole business would be up to me. Never mind that the dog is biting our children out of aggression, never mind that everyone we talk to says it is a difficult trait to break, never mind that my children's safety is in question; it is solely my decision. Which puts me in the position of being The Bad Guy, the one who made Oliver go away, the one who left him there in that puppy jail, the one who walked away without saying "goodbye."
Does he know he will never see us again? Does he miss us? Does he hate me? Is he all alone inside a cage all day with nothing to do and no one to play with? How long will he have to live that way before someone else falls in love with him and takes him home?
I am a Terrible Person. And I deserve this Terrible Day.