Connor just left with his new family.

I remember when I adopted him, he was so adorable and so full of love. All he wanted to do was climb on my lap and lick my face off. 5 years later, he still wants to do nothing other than love and be loved.

He’s one of the best friends I have ever had. He’s honest and true, never yells at me because he’s had a bad day, never tells me my ass looks too fat, and always laughs at my jokes. Okay, maybe not laugh, more like drool and spazz and jump up and down. He’s always happy to see me, and I can tell him everything and he never judges me.

I keep thinking that eventually this is going to get easier. That I’m going to get over it all and move on. That’s not happening. I’m trying to stay positive and focused, but it all still hurts so much that I sometimes can’t breathe.

I just don’t see where this gets easier.

Ah, the joys of breakups. The pain, the drama, the madness. To add to the stress of that, I’ve been busy searching for a new place for the kids and I. The good news is that I found a place. The bad news? No pets. None.

I found a foster home for Seamus and Leslie, my beloved feline friends. Now I am seeking a home for Connor, my canine companion for nearly five years.

I know in my heart that I’m doing the right thing by moving to the place I found. It’s perfect in size, and price, and the kids won’t have to move to yet another school district. And I know, eventually, this pain too will fade. But right now, I haven’t been able to stop crying.

I’m breaking up the whole of my family, and somewhere, somehow, someone is going to sit me down and explain to me in really small words why I have had to endure so much heartache this year.

You can see Connor here. If you are in the Metro DC area and are interested, or know anyone who would be, please shoot me an email.