Musings of a Punk Rock Father

So Linus's new "mom" picked him up today. She was a little earlier than we thought, so Mel didn't get to spend as much time with him during their last day together as she thought she would. Our last morning walk was sad for me.

I wasn't feeling too emotional about it, though, until Mel called me and told me that Tammy had just left with Linus. I started to get a little choked up as I talked to Mel on the phone. I mean, we've had Linus for almost 3 years, and we've all experienced a lot together. Mel said that Tammy started to get choked up while she said goodbye to Linus.

It looks barren in the spot where his cage used to sit. Not much seems different, though, because usually at night Linus would be sleeping either on one of the sofas or upstairs on our bed. Usually I am greeted when I arrive home from work by a dog who has to go outside to pee, so that was different. And tomorrow morning, when I don't have to throw on a coat and brave the cold wind before I'm even really awake, will be bittersweet.

All in all, we know we made the right decision. And his new owner seems to be really excited about taking him home with her.

Tammy and Linus