This morning I came to the realization that by April of next year I have to find homes for my animals. I am saying April because this is when my lease is up on the apartment and I don't know where I will be living. This made me cry a little. I know that I can't take them with me. Well, technically I probably can take them with me, but I wouldn't know what to do with them in London during training. I love my animals. I am starting to freak out a little over what to do with them. This is hitting me this week, as I am deciding what to do with a lot of the unused stuff laying around my apartment.
I have started to rack my brain over what to do with them. I know that Hugo will most likely go live in Asheville with Bonnie. We have an unspoken agreement. Bonnie went on a cross-country trip that lasted about two years and left me her cats about 9 years ago. I am, however, worried about what is going to happen to Chloe. She is an old dog, she just turned 10. She is starting to show her age. Small dogs tend to live to be approximately 15 years old. This means that by the time I get back from India, she may be dead. Yeah, I know that this is a morbid thought, but it's reality.I am really hoping that family will take Chloe into their homes, or that she can live with Bonnie. At least then she will be with Hugo. And Bonnie's husband is a stay-at-home dad, so she won't be alone for long periods of time.
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God loves Hugo and Chloe even more than you do. She made them and then gave them to you, knowing that you would be facing this trip. She's not gonna let you or them down.
As for Chloe's lifespan, there's just no telling. My mom was sure that Shadow would die an early death, but he's going strong!
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