Bye Doggie

It wasn't hard.
We've had Zeke, our Dalmatian, for about four years. He's a cool dog. But we knew it was time to say good-bye. We just wanted him to have a great home. We're moving to Miami, and it would be great to live him here in the Oakville-area where everyone seems to love dogs. It wouldn't be hard.
We hung up posters, put an ad on some web-sites, and told all our friends. Nothing solid.
Just last week we noticed someone at the library who was noticing our dog. They told us that they lost a Dalmatian a year ago to kidney problems. She had three children, 9, 14, and 18. They loved their dog, he even slept on their bed. That was a luxury Zeke never enjoyed, well, not always anyway. Giving Zeke to this family wasn't hard. It was a perfect match.
For two days, we told our 22 month old daughter, Genesis, to say bye to the doggie. "Bye!" should we repeat joyfully.
When Zeke got in the car to go away with this family. He looked sad. I knew he'd be ok. He'd eat dinner, and play with the kids, and sleep in a great bed. I was holding Genesis, my wife was standing next to me. As the car was backing out of the driveway Genesis starting screaming and crying, "Doggie! Doggie!"
That was hard.