A Day Late....

Remember the story about the dog? Well, there is one last chapter that was written today.

I've been gently pushing to get him back ever since he was taken down to the Humane Society. Today, we went down to get him, figuring he would look at it as a big vacation.

He was adopted yesterday.

My girlfriend keeps trying to put a happy face on it, saying that he's probably in a better place, that it was fate, etc. She just doesn't understand that I don't believe it.

Oh, I believe that he was adopted by a wonderful family and that he's going to have a great life.

It's just that buying into the "better place" theory makes me feel as though I failed him somehow. Like we were neglectful or abusive or mean (which we weren't). I want to believe that his life will be as good as it was here, I really, really hope it is. It's just that saying that it is better would have to mean that we weren't good enough.

I let him down the first time when he was taken there and now I was a day late to bring him home.

Such a wonderful feeling for a Sunday.