Reply #11: So glad you found your dog. I had to give up my dogs...

[newswolf56]

...last year due to eviction -- someone from my notably hateful "family" bought the rural property on which I had been living for the past dozen years and promptly evicted me -- this in retaliation for my complaints about an in-law's domestic violence.

At least I was able to find the dogs good homes, though the parting was all the more awful not only because I had raised the dogs from puppyhood but because their loss was knowingly and maliciously inflicted: the circumstances of the eviction were deliberately managed to force me into senior housing where any pet over 20 pounds is prohibited. This means that for the rest of my life I am limited to cats -- the one animal I truly I despise -- or to ruinously expensive, hopelessly neurotic pedigreed "toy" dogs; unless I can find some way to escape this senior death-house, I will never be allowed to have real dogs again. Even after nearly a year, the wounds of dog-loss and dog-absence remain excruciatingly painful.

Cherish dogs -- they are infinitely more trustworthy than humans, and their ability to love is of a magnitude humans cannot approach even in patriarchal fantasies about "divine" love.