Finn

So I have this dog. He's not really mine, or maybe he is and I just don't want that reality. He showed up on my doorstep a month and a half ago. I would come home from Starbucks and give him leftover scones or muffins. He really liked them. He started recognizing the sound of my keys. I would come home at one in the morning, jingle my keys, and he would come bounding around the corner eager for love and pets. I left for a week in Chicago and when I came back, this was waiting on my door step.

Wet. Dirty. And alone.

My friend Patrice and I took him to her house and gave him a flea bath and a hair cut. Who knew underneath all that scraggle was one of the cutest dogs ever. The neighbor kids named him Leroy, but I don't like that name. I call him Finn. After Finns grooming I took him to the vet so I could be sure he was free of fleas and bugs so he could come into my house due to the insane Tennessee heat.

He has been doing great here with almost no indoor accidents and a sweet demeanor that makes it near impossible to be mad at him when he does. Now that Finn is getting comfortable, I am starting to panic. I can't afford a dog. I have so many other responsibilities I need to do first. My original plan was to foster him, but its getting hard to think of letting him go.

I had my bi-weekly therapy session this week and told my doctor about my dog. She listened and we discussed my financial situation. Being on your own without a "real" job is hard. I could tell she was leaning towards me finding him a good home. Then I showed her a picture of him. She about died. She said that he was possibly the cutest dog ever and that I would have no problem finding him a good home. About three hours after my session I got a call from her saying that she had told another therapist about Finn who is looking for a nice dog for her and her grand kids. This would be a great home for him. This woman has enough money to get him neutered and pay for his shots. I know this is a good decision. I am just having the hardest time ever picking up that phone and calling her. Everyone said I would get attached... and I did.

This is going to be so hard...