I know we have a lot of threads on similar lines, but I just had to say goodbye to my lovely 6 year old Henry, the stupidest, softest and friendliest chocolate labrador in the world.
I posted a couple of months ago asking for advice, as I’m about to move from the UK to Singapore. We did a couple of weeks holiday/reccie visit at the end of May and pretty much from the first day we knew that there was no way we could take the dog with us. I wasn’t worried about the trip so much, and he wouldn’t have been quarantined - although it’s hugely expensive and I can’t deny it’s nice that we don’t have to spend that money at this particular moment. It’s just so humid there that it’s a relatively indoor lifestyle a lot of the time. We ended up renting a condo on the 6th floor, plus it’s a city - every time we left the block he’d be on the lead. We’re moving from a semi-rural suburb, with endless woods and trails all around us. He’s almost never on the lead here and he roams for miles. He just wouldn’t be able to do that in Singapore.
We’ve found him a lovely family, friends of friends. They live locally, they have young teenage children and lots of time and energy for him. They absolutely love him (they describe it as having had someone else do all the hard work training him) and he’s really responded well to them. I know this is the best decision for him. But still… damn. I feel so guilty. We always knew we would emigrate in the end, but the plan was Australia. Before we got him we researched quarantine to Australia, and we’d decided it was manageable. If we had planned to give up a dog, we wouldn’t have even got him. But life got in the way, we’re not going to Australia, we’re going to Singapore, so here we are. I feel like we’ve let him down in some way - that we made a deal with him and we’ve broken our word. Which I know is stupid, but it’s a real feeling.
He has just been the sweetest boy - he’s seen both of my daughters from babyhood, as a playmate and a protector, a cushion, a friend and, on several occasions, a walking aid He’s been a huge handful as a puppy, then a genuine pleasure to have around as a less flighty dog. If I had to design a dog from scratch, I think that he’d be a really good prototype. And now he has a new family who will love him and let him love them back.
Shit, doing the right thing sucks sometimes. Bye bye Henry boy, happy trails.