Max Moves On

I recently wrote about Max, the Sheltie that I had taken in a few months prior. I came to the conclusion that he and I both deserved better. He deserves a home that understands him and wants him and can help him. I deserve a dog that is everything I want. So I got in contact with a breed rescue and we spent a few phone conversations discussing the program and what they could offer for Max.

And, the thing is, I liked how it sounded.


I was very skeptical. I have never done anything like this before, but I desperately wanted help for Max. After back and forth-ing on it, I came to the conclusion that I was happy with what they could offer, and they were willing to place him with one of their foster homes.

So last Friday, that's exactly what happened.

He's in his new place now, and I hope happy. I'm waiting until Monday before asking about him, to give everyone (including myself) time to adjust.


I miss him, and I know he doesn't understand. He was shaking in the crate in the back of the car that came to pick him up, and that breaks my heart. Then again, I know it's best for him.

That doesn't stop me from feeling bad.