The right situation presented itself this Thursday. An acquaintance from our homeschool co-op mentioned that her family was going to be getting a puppy in the next few weeks. I told her about Tek. She emailed me that night that they would love to have him. They have 5 acres of land. And a pond. And black labs are their favorite dog. And they are 'dog' people. And we know them well enough that we could go visit him. How could I pass this up? But I was heart broken and almost pulled out numerous times, even right up to a few minutes before they arrived.
Tek's new family came and took him Friday afternoon. It was as horrible as you can imagine. Zach tried to hide his feelings and kept blinking away the tears. Our final hour with him we took lots of pictures, and threw the ball for him and gave him tons of hugs and words of praise. He was a great dog and we love him. After Tek was gone I grab my boys and we all cried on the couch (well, actually, I cried, Zach tried not to cry and Eli tried to cry since he was sure he should be feeling something since everyone else was so upset). Together we made tough decisions on wether we wanted to put Tek's dog bed away or leave it out as a reminder. Thankfully, the boys wanted it all put out-of-sight, which aligned with what I really wanted.
After a few very depressing hours, I decided that we needed to get out of the house so I suggested a rare treat to Sweet Frog, which is a frozen yogurt and toppings bar. (When the boys are older I feel certain some counselor will tell them that their mother taught them to use food as a comfort when they are upset...but I will let them work that out later. For now, Sweet Frog was the perfect distraction for all of us.)
