Seems we finally have a plan. Marq's breeder has a handler friend that will be in Columbus until Saturday. We are going to get him there by 1 pm Friday, and he's going to transport Marq all the way to GA.. Saving Marq's co-breeder the cost of flying him, and saving Marq the stress of flying. Columbus is even FARTHER than what I could have driven to an airport, but Dustin's grandparents agreed to use their truck. That is a long drive, and Mason won't be able to come with me.... I won't be able to pump. Dustin will likely have to supplement with formula because I don't have enough breastmilk stored in the freezer for a 3 hr car ride one way.
I thought it'd be next week. I don't see him daily, but knowing it is all that much closer.. I don't know how much more heartbreak my heart can handle. Marq will have a happy, healthy, flea free, cleaner life until it is his time. IT is best.. but it still isn't easy. I can't tell you how many times I've asked myself lately, "Why can't life be fair to me just once? Why can't it be easy? Why do I get the short end of the stick."
To think, it is my brother and mom that neglects the dogs. They neglect their dogs, but they get to keep there's. There is nothing I can do about helping Summer to find a new home. Yet, I care for my dogs, they always have veterinary care, grooming, frontline and attention when I can.. and yet I have to be the one to rehome my dogs.
I don't know where I'll find the strength to hand his leash over on Friday. I don't know how I'll find the strength not to crumple to the ground and just sob.