05/28/2026
Remember that post I said I was going to make… the one I emotionally just could not bring myself to write?
Well… here it is.
The family who chose Frankie also decided to bring Luna home with them.
There are many who do not know, but Luna and Annie unfortunately were not getting along. This started last winter. Despite every hope, every prayer, and every effort, the issues between them were escalating. And as heartbreaking as it is to admit, I had to make the decision based on what was safest and healthiest for everyone involved.
In a way, there is comfort knowing Luna did not have to leave alone. She gets to stay with Frankie, and they both now have two other Cardigan Welsh Corgis to run, play, and cuddle with. She will be loved deeply there, and I truly believe that.
But my heart is still shattered.
Luna was never supposed to leave. The plan was for her to stay here as my couch potato, my sidekick, the dog who helped teach the younger generation the ropes. She was part of the foundation of this program, but even more than that, she was family.
And Annie… Annie just could not leave.
I was already Annie’s third home, and somewhere along the way, she finally decided this was her place. She flourished here. She came out of her shell, found her confidence, and bonded to me in a way that is hard to even explain. She follows me everywhere, watches everything I do, and just wants to be near me all the time.
So when it came down to making the impossible decision, I couldn’t uproot Annie again.
Sometimes loving your dogs means making the decision that hurts you the most because it gives them the best chance at peace and happiness.
That doesn’t make it hurt any less.
The house feels quieter tonight. Different. And if I’m honest… a little emptier. My heart is hurting. So many losses at once.
Please love them big for me. 🤍
