My partner made me return Marley to the rescue about a week ago. It’s why I’ve been so silent. I’ve been really sad about it.
With me working at night, she wouldn’t sleep well at night. She did settle down after a while, but then I’d get home in the morning and she’d want to stay up.
My first night at work was full of my partner calling over and over, then messaging telling me that he couldn’t handle her because she was being too puppy-like and that his mental health was terrible because of it.
I explained that she needed more time to get used to things, and we’d have to deal with some of those behaviours at first. He wouldn’t listen. He wanted a carbon-copy of the dog we had before who was 8 or 9 years old and couldn’t move around very well.
So, she’s gone back to the rescue. The rescue said that we could return her within two weeks. I still think that I could have handled her given more time.
My partner is already not very easy to live with. So yeah, instead of grieving the loss of one dog, now I’m grieving two. I was supposed to take two weeks of leave starting this week, but it would have been very boring without Marley. I’ve returned to the university to finish up my last unit’s clinical practice.
I guess there is that, but I’m still sad. Angry. I just hope that Marley gets to go to a good home. I told my partner that I am going to be mad for a while. He’s tried planning vacations, giving gifts, etc but I’m still super upset.
