Day 4 of homelessness....Life was a bitch.........

..........specifically a small, furry bitch name of Ruby. She's the loveliest, friendliest dog ever and I'm going to miss her more than I can say.

I got her 18 months ago as a tiny puppy and looked more teddy bear, crossed with a tiger. Her face was completely black and quite flat and her ears bent forward making her look too adorable and her back was covered in broad, dark stripes.

Ruby saved my life over the past year; she gave me something to care for and a reason to get up in the mornings and get out of the house. She gave me a reason to carry on because she needed me to hold it together.  loved those walks with her and they provided the inspiration for the children's book I hope to finish, sometime soon.

Yesterday morning I had to watch her being driven away - possibly never to be seen again. I'm eternally grateful to Joe for taking her and I know she will be well cared for.......but I miss her.
Of course, she was never really my dog anyway. By which I mean she attached herself to my ex (to be known from now as 'the twat' If anyone finds this offensive and can come up with something which indicates the same level of vitriol, then do suggest it!) The twat was sent to pick her up from the breeders - a devious ploy by me to get them to bond, which backfired big style. By the time they got home, a trip which took 3 hours, man and dog had bonded forever. I always knew I was second best and it broke my heart to watch her scurrying around his feet, only to be ignored because he had long since lost interest - the twat! Actually scratch the man and dog bonding - the dog bonded and the man did what he always did - he pretended whilst it suited him to do so.

I knew it would be fine with Joe from the moment he arrived - he was a man and therefore vastly superior to any one of us women! Ruby began following him around and watching him carefully. She happily jumped into his car and went for walks and even tolerated (a little) his own tiny pooch Buffy - whom I could have happily kept. By the end of the first day Ruby had forgotten my existence and wouldn't even come when I called her. She would look to Joe for reassurance instead and then turn her back on me.

This must be the low point? Surely now I can put everything behind me and move on?