This weekend has been pure hell in two ways: the abusive thugs that are my brother and father have once again gotten threatening on my mother - thankfully no physical abuse due to both threats of police and me being there, both of those gutless cowards scared shitless of me due to my strength - and we had to give away one of my family dogs today. I will focus on the dog since I've spoken on my shit family situation before and it is affecting her and I more.
This dog I shall call Storm. He is son of one of our dogs I'll call Mack. Unlike every other dog in the family pack, Storm was not raised with us from birth but came as a puppy as a result of potential show-dog stuff (my mom and brother do that, and it is one of my mom's few remaining joys in life) but he grew far too large for that despite looking fantastic otherwise... but due to not growing up wholesale with us got into dominance issues with Mack, who ended up seeing him as a foreign threat. And it was getting bad due to Mack being smaller and thinner but bullying Storm, and they finally lost it a week ago, seeing total red on one another, and forced to split into separate rooms and one in the rest of the house as the other's shut off.
Today mom and I took Storm to a new home, something that had always been brewing in the back of everyone's minds for a while due to show dog potential and space in the house, and the fighting finally confirming it had to happen. This is especially painful for me. Due to Mack claiming my brother as his favorite human and the rest of the pack (all ladies) hanging with brother or my parents, Storm chose me to be with despite being the one to focus on/be the family cats' person. This presented its own issues since my room, even when I don't live there anymore, is the cats' haven but Storm slowly broke that down to be with me and it stressed the cats out. But he was still the first dog to explicitly like me best.
But while Storm will no doubt love his new home and family, it's miserable for me. It's so much quieter. He was so full of love, he loved playing with our youngest pup (he was second-youngest) who was his cousin and best friend, and that bond matured him with treating the lady dogs nicer and they came around to him, it warmed my heart. While my room will be a needed haven again for the cats again, Mack is already calming down in a good way, and it's certainly more manageable in sheer numbers and obedience (Storm never got trained per se by my increasingly lazy-ass and utterly irresponsible brother, and my mom is too old and frail to do it like she did for all previous ones in the pack) it feels awful not having him around to pop in to say hi or chill out with me on visits home. I am approaching middle age yet never, ever had to give away a pet before. It's hell on earth. I miss him so damn much.
I miss him so damn much...
God as my witness I will become as successful as I can and get a good home so that I may never see my family pets forced to go like this ever again.