All Write, Already!

I am so sorry. I look into your eyes and all I see is that innocence, that beauty that is what you could be, what we could be together, here in this house. You're so young and naive and all I want to do is scoop you up and make things better for you. I want to buy things for you and walk with you and comfort you when you need somebody, but I just don't think I'm the right person to do that. It's not you, it's me. It's what I've built here. I'm not ready for the level of commitment that you really need. Don't worry, I'm not going to throw you to the curb or anything. I'm going to make sure you have somewhere to go. Oh god, please don't look at me that way. I'm sorry. I've never had to do this before, especially not after I'd gotten so attached. It's not just that I'm sick of cleaning up after your messes - I can handle that. I just don't think you'd fit well here, in this family, in this pack. I'm sorry.

I wish it didn't have to be this way, I really do. I will never, ever forget the times we've spent together. You were more than just a rescue case. I wouldn't have let you stay here if you weren't. But you're just too high energy, I can't take it. Life is different for us here, the way we've come to have it. And you need something better, someone better. Someone who is prepared to take care of you and not secretly resent you for it. I'm just not equipped to do it. I hope we'll see each other again some day. And I will always treasure every time we cuddled and played.

Please don't give me that look. It's not fair, I did all I could. Oh please no don't. I guess, I don't know, I guess it's possible that maybe I could try and rearrange my life to try and squeeze you in but I'm worried that it will never quite - Motherfucker! You bit my nose! Get up off me bro! Bad dog! Go lay down!