Would you put a pet above a partner if you had the pet first and disregard thier own pet?

Question

say you had a well loved pet and then met that someone special and after a while, asked that someone to move in with you. Would you put that pet above your partner and at the same time, ask that partner to find a new home for thier beloved pet if your pet was in it's last days of life?

My sweetie has asked me to find a home for my dog because his is dying and he doesn't want another dog on the property. He knew I came with a dog and a cat and now my dog is off visiting friends while we nurse his through his final days. Do you think it is right for me to give up my best friend of 8 years?

please keep in mind that I have no other home to go to and no money to move on with. In my mind, my dog is safer away from home right now visiting with friends.

Answer 1

This is a poem I came by



How Could You?

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you
laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad,"you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were
terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights
of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret
dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the
cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in
the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career,
and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently,
comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into
our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because
you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your
excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and
pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes,
investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.

I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret
dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you
produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.
These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject.
I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every
expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they
will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made
the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only
family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal
shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They
shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a
middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's
fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided
my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You
had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your
upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good
home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy
schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At
first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you-that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy
puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I
padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet
room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to
worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there
was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is
my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears
weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down
her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many
years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt
the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down
sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She
hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went
to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or
have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this
earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her
with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It
was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait
for you forever.

May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

The End

Copyright Jim Willis 2001

Answer 2

i've got heard of Schutzhund canines that stay exterior in a kennel and are not family contributors pets, yet extra of a pastime. regardless of this the dogs is happy, nicely adjusted, and loves the sport. those canines are bred to seek, to no longer be companions. Hardcore working canines could be confusing if no longer impossible to maintain as an indoor family contributors puppy. My rescue husky replace into comparable in that he replace right into a gadget, a potential to an end, and not a puppy by making use of any stretch of the mind's eye. at the same time as he's an indoor family contributors puppy if given a wager he'd truly be exterior, even interior the worst climatic situations. i does not say it truly is breed particular, extra line and preparation particular. There are some who have faith conserving a working dogs as a puppy spoils or outright ruins the dogs. There are others who disagree. i don't have an opinion on the subject as i've got no longer owned any searching canines and at the same time as I even have casual journey with sled canines i've got under no circumstances raced with them nor have i for my section known any that weren't additionally family contributors pets. I even tend to lean extra in the direction of ideal preparation gets the outcomes you like whether it truly is a puppy or no longer, yet i must be incorrect.

Answer 3

No he should not have asked you to do that. If your dog is going to die anyway he should allow you to keep it. Just dont get another pet after your dog dies. I have had my cats since 1998 and I have told my BF that if we ever move in together my cats are coming too, no exception. So if your partner loves you he/she will accept your pet too.

Answer 4

omg i am a pet lover here...for me...i let it be known beforehand ..i love my pets ..where i go they go...this way i dont ever have to face a situation like yourself...if your partner loves you ...he would understand....so ..atm ..you have 2 options...

1. do as your partner ask, or ....

2. tell your partner ..you cant do that ...and that you do love him/her...however this pet has been a part of your life for X amt of years...so ..if it would make life easier ...you will have to delay the move-in . then if your partner agrees...great...you both are happy ...but if not....i personally...would reavulate the feelings i have for this person. the love of a pet shows one the heart of another person. and by the sounds of this partner ..you ..a pet lover ..may not ever be able to have a pet again.

good luck

Answer 5

would never put a pet first over a partner. but at the same time a partner should never expect you to give up a pet for them. true love should be a compramise on both sides.

Answer 6

Heck yes! My cat"tig-gah"was abandoned by his momma..I took care of him before he could even see..He is my one and only true love and always comes first!