My kids had their hearts broken today and it was absolutely devastating for me as a mother.
I am pretty sure we are cursed when it comes to getting a dog--or even a pet in general. Long story short, we've had two rabbits and two dogs (each for less than a week) that we've re-homed.
We promised the kids when I was in nursing school that we'd get a dog when mom got an RN job. We've been delaying for a few months now, but can no longer. We want a dog for the kids and both Bean and I do like dogs--we just know it's going to be a lot of work at first. After our past experiences we've decided a puppy is the best choice so it can learn our habits and routines as a family while it is young and impressionable.
There is a particular animal rescue center that has a lot of puppies coming through. We visited a few weeks ago to get a feel for the process. They have same day adoptions which makes things very easy. Today was the day we were to come home with a puppy.
See where this is headed? Was.
Apparently it was adopt a pet day for a lot of families. We had to wait for some time to meet the our top puppy picks and then after selecting one, we waited another hour + to actually go through the adoption process. When they went over the medical history of the puppy we found out she had a heart murmur which isn't problematic currently, but in the future the dog may need medication and have to limit her activity.
I have three children who want to play with and walk this dog 24/7. Activity restriction wouldn't work. Nor did we want to have to deal with additional vet expenses.
So we made the very difficult decision to not adopt the dog. By then, the other dogs we were interested had been adopted as well.
Three hours later we drove way with three sobbing children in the van.
It was awful. My kids haven't experienced much emotional pain at this point in their lives, but today was wrought with it. We all had our hearts set on bringing a puppy home.
The 25 minute ride home was awful. One child continued to cry. The others were despondent, with dried trails of tears down their cheeks. Bean and I felt terrible and were so sad for our children, even though we knew we made the right decision for our family.
I felt like I got a taste for what it will be like as my girls get old and experience the heartbreak of broken friendships, disappointment and romance. I don't like it at all. I want to protect my girls and keep them from pain. But I know I can't.
It's going to be a few days before we can go back for another adoption. In the meantime I am praying (TRULY asking God) that new puppies come in that are even more perfect for us and my kids can fall in love with.
And I will be asking for a medical report BEFORE we meet any puppies.
Cause I NEVER want to have a pet failure again. And I WANT to bring a puppy home.
And thus ends another chapter in the Bean family pet saga.
Let's hope the next chapter starts soon and has a happy ending.