Miranda's rescue is going to be calling tomorrow, they take in dogs and place them with good homes.
I have to talk to them about Elizabeth my brother's 6 year old rot/shepard mix . she's the sweetest fucking dog on the planet, and the only one I've ever actually had a chance to bond with. I took care of her when I was living with my brother and he was working afternoons and nights, I walked her, fed her, took her out, and played with her, and she acted as my protection in the little crappy neighborhood we were living in at the time.
But now everything has gone to shit and we can't keep her because we don't have a place where she can stay. I'm a bit torn between being bloody pissed that I'm being left with the responsibility to set up the appointment with the Miranda's rescue people to get rid of the dog I've grown to think of as my own, and crying because I don't want this to happen.
I actually have to sit at home tomorrow and wait for them to call so that I can tell them all about this fantastic dog in an attempt to get them to take her so that she won't have to be put down. I feel so fucking shitty! Like I'm selling her out or something, like I'm betraying her trust.