{"id":3941,"date":"2013-10-21T08:19:56","date_gmt":"2013-10-21T15:19:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ladyslittleloves.com\/?p=3941"},"modified":"2018-12-09T00:27:19","modified_gmt":"2018-12-09T00:27:19","slug":"a-better-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/livingwithlady.com\/2013\/10\/a-better-life.html","title":{"rendered":"A better life"},"content":{"rendered":"
There are some members of our family I don’t think I have talked much about.\u00a0I don’t really have a great reason, either. Their names are Sampson and Emma, our two English Mastiffs. My husband first got Sampson over seven years ago as a little pup.<\/p>\n
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And a year later, got Emma. Emma wasn’t expected to live past a year, but she continues to amaze and surprise us every day. Emma was born with a severe heart murmur but she has proven to be the most active, playful and loving mastiff we have ever seen.<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\n Mastiffs are known to be protectors, guard dogs and appear to be quite the threat due to their size.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n But in reality, they are gentle giants. Sweet, loyal, gentle giants. And when we lived in Reno several years ago The Hubby and I had a great life with these two. We took them on walks. We took them to the dog park. We took them on vacation. We took them to doggy picture day on Valentine’s Day.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n When we moved to Washington and started adding to our family, things changed a little bit. Our number one priority changed, actually. With two babies and the years continuing, our free-time dwindled and these two got older. Along with that came some (not immediately life threatening, but time-consuming and worrisome) medical issues.<\/p>\n We still tried our best to give them a good life. We created a yard that catered to them. Installed astro-turf for easy cleaning and to keep them mud-free. Installed insulation into a shed just for them. Installed a giant dog door into that shed. Put a heater in the shed for the cold nights they couldn’t be indoors . Gave them numerous dog beds. And it semi-worked, for a while.<\/p>\n Now we are in Spokane. And things have changed yet again. We have been given even more restrictions, but have yet again tried to make it work. But, it just wasn’t.<\/p>\n And the guilt I feel is tremendous.<\/p>\n We can no longer provide the life that those two pups need. We don’t have the space for them to roam. We don’t have the time to give them the attention that they need. But I feel like we are the ones responsible for these two and should just suck it up and make it work.\u00a0So that is what we have been doing for the past few months. But recently another obstacle has come forth and we are yet again faced with the decision I cry over every time it is brought up.\u00a0This time has been different though. Because for the first time I had to finally accept what my husband has been seeing for a while now.<\/p>\n That they need a better home.<\/p>\n They need space, and time, and attention. All of which we can’t give 100% right now. And to them, it’s not fair. As much as I selfishly want to keep them, I know we can’t.\u00a0So when I came across an ad for a couple looking for just what we had, I knew it must be a sign. I sobbed through the entire message I left for The Martins. I’m not even sure they could make out what I was trying to say. But, they did call back and they were very interested in our pups. So over the last few weeks as we planned our meeting, I cried every time I saw another dog. I cried when I went \u00a0out back to check on the pups. I cried when I was scooping up poop. I cried when we went to the park and discovered it was “dog day” while tons of dogs wagged past us, including two mastiffs. I cried while driving to the grocery store. I cried while picking Gwyn up from preschool. And I debated and debated, wondering if we were making the right decision.<\/p>\n Before I knew it, the day had come. The day The Martins were driving three hours from their home to meet our pups. And I cried several times that day.<\/p>\n We took the pups to the park, trying to squeeze in more time with them.<\/p>\n It was great.<\/p>\n <\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n And I cried. I was looking for any sort of sign that we were making the wrong decision.<\/p>\n The Martins came. And we learned that they have a farm. With acreage. And other pups to play with. And several grandchildren that come to play often.<\/p>\n They’re perfect.\u00a0Which sucks.\u00a0But also doesn’t suck.\u00a0It’s great.<\/p>\n While there I held it together in front of The Martins. But it’s been a little over two hours now since they’ve gone and I can’t keep the tears from rollin’. These pups are family.\u00a0But that’s what I need to keep in mind.\u00a0I want the best for all of our family.\u00a0And I am trying to look down from above at this situation, take the emotion out.\u00a0I know in my head what is right. But it still doesn’t make the heart feel any better. The Martins are coming back in the morning to take the pups home.<\/p>\n *********************************************************************************<\/p>\n I have taken some time away from this since it still hurts.<\/p>\n The next morning was rough. I woke up and went on a jog. And of course, cried through most of it as memories of those pups played through my mind. I quickly showered so that we could have more time with them. We fed them a few treats and gave them snuggles before the Martins arrived all too early.<\/p>\n <\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n They were understanding of our situation as I asked for a few more moments.<\/p>\n <\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n And then we said goodbye.<\/p>\n <\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n That was hard. Probably one of the hardest things we’ve ever done. And the only thing that has helped is the fact that I just know what a good place those pups are now at. The freedom they have to do as they please. The space they have to roam all they want. Two retired folks with all the time in the world to love on them.<\/p>\n In fact, later that day I got these.<\/p>\n <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n They look happy.<\/p>\n