Last night Kirby went to a new home. I wish him luck even though I'm very sad to see him go. I'll miss his antics, and the way he always jumped into my lap, licked my face and curled up for some petting. I'll miss his soft curly poodle hair and him poking me to make me laugh. Most of all, I'll miss his cuddles and the unconditional love. Kirby was attached to me more than most of the other puppies, and that bond became pretty tight over the days he spent under limited activity after his surgery to be neutered. He slept in my room beside my bed and loved going for walks alone with me.
This is the hardest part for me, to let go of my babies.