To donate Brownie's things. A representative from the local American animal rescue came to pick it all up.
Including her kennel. I was beginning to wonder if it would always be in our living room. It just seemed too much effort to remove it.
I was fine while helping her load everything in her van...until I was walking back to the house. Then I fell to pieces and went to my room and had a really good, long cry.
I have to say, I was relieved that when I emailed her to set this up, she didn't try to talk to me about adopting or fostering another dog. I was grateful she just expressed appreciation for the donations and left.
Another step in the process.
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