I just gave up the love of my life. Never have I been around anything that is sooo much like me. In the morning all you can see is that he was happy to be alive, wears his heart on his sleeve, loves unconditionally and needed to 'go potty', very much like his momma. Granted this lil' pup has not much else to do with his life, but he reminded me that every morning is a great morning to give it everything you have.
Barkley, like myself, enjoyed the simple things in life; rolling in grass, cheese, I mean really how can it get much better than that. I knew it was going to be hard to give him back, but I didn't realize how hard. Every inch of me tells me to call his foster mom and tell her that I change my mind, but there's just too much on it. I wish I could ignore all the reasons that I can't have Barkley in my life, ten minutes of his cuddling and Eskimo kisses is worth it.
I guess this is just my declaration of love for my little pup Barkley. I don't know that I will be able to let go completely or if I will be able to ever have another that makes me as happy. The truth of the matter is he was the right pup for me at the wrong time. This couldn't feel worse inside. Barkley stole a piece of my heart that will always stay with him, even if he forgets about me and gets a new mom.
Bye, bye Barkley. I miss you already.