My boyfriend and I got our dog when my boyfriend had a stable job and had had the job for a few years. Flash-forward to today, my boyfriend lost that job and we moved closer to my family. I am now working while my boyfriend goes to school but I make crap money and we can barely afford our own place. That isn't the issue though, because we can still afford our dog (we have people willing to help out if the vet bills get high)
The issue is that we moved from a place that was mostly pet friendly to a place where pretty much every apartment has a 'No pets' policy. We honestly didn't have a choice in where we moved because my family let us stay with them while we got on our feet here, so we didn't really have an option. However we've overstayed our welcome and we were essentially asked to find another place to live, asap. The only thing I could find that we could afford and wasn't really far away from my work was something that didn't allow pets. Ugh.
I feel extremely thankful because my mother (who only lives about 20 minutes away) said that she would take my dog and hopefully in a year, we can find a better place that does allow pets. I appreciate it a ton but I am still so depressed over it. I've always had a dog in my life. When my dog of 15 years died a few years ago, I was distraught and it felt really empty without a dog. I love coming home to my dog and spending time with him...the thought of him living somewhere else makes me really sad.
My mom has two dogs and my dog loves them so the situation isn't a bad one for my dog, but it is for me. I'm afraid that in a years time, he'll be attached to them and won't even want to stay with me. I'm also really nervous when other people watch my dog because when I was young, I watched my first dog get out of an open door and get hit by a car. Ever since then, I've been really anxious about my animals getting out. I feel safe when I can monitor him but when other people watch him, I have a pit of anxiety in my stomach the whole time. I guess you could say I'm like an overbearing mother, ha.
I sound really ungrateful but I don't mean to. I know that the situation could be much, much worse if my mother hadn't suggested she take him. I'm just getting more and more upset the closer we get to our move in date (January 3rd) I guess I'm just venting. There's no real reason for this post other than to vent, I guess. I appreciate anyone who took the time to read this.
Has anyone ever gone through anything like this? Do you have any tips or words of wisdom?
The issue is that we moved from a place that was mostly pet friendly to a place where pretty much every apartment has a 'No pets' policy. We honestly didn't have a choice in where we moved because my family let us stay with them while we got on our feet here, so we didn't really have an option. However we've overstayed our welcome and we were essentially asked to find another place to live, asap. The only thing I could find that we could afford and wasn't really far away from my work was something that didn't allow pets. Ugh.
I feel extremely thankful because my mother (who only lives about 20 minutes away) said that she would take my dog and hopefully in a year, we can find a better place that does allow pets. I appreciate it a ton but I am still so depressed over it. I've always had a dog in my life. When my dog of 15 years died a few years ago, I was distraught and it felt really empty without a dog. I love coming home to my dog and spending time with him...the thought of him living somewhere else makes me really sad.
My mom has two dogs and my dog loves them so the situation isn't a bad one for my dog, but it is for me. I'm afraid that in a years time, he'll be attached to them and won't even want to stay with me. I'm also really nervous when other people watch my dog because when I was young, I watched my first dog get out of an open door and get hit by a car. Ever since then, I've been really anxious about my animals getting out. I feel safe when I can monitor him but when other people watch him, I have a pit of anxiety in my stomach the whole time. I guess you could say I'm like an overbearing mother, ha.
I sound really ungrateful but I don't mean to. I know that the situation could be much, much worse if my mother hadn't suggested she take him. I'm just getting more and more upset the closer we get to our move in date (January 3rd) I guess I'm just venting. There's no real reason for this post other than to vent, I guess. I appreciate anyone who took the time to read this.
Has anyone ever gone through anything like this? Do you have any tips or words of wisdom?
And while it's not the best situation ever, it's rather ideal considering the circumstances. 