About a year ago I had to sell my dog. He was a Jack Russell terrier / Maltese and his name was Patch. We had to sell him because we regularly had to leave him alone at home. He got very anxious every time we left and started ripping and breaking things. In the end, we sold him to an elderly couple so they are always with him.
I can still remember that day they came took him and went. The second they started driving, I ran into my room and stayed there for the next few hours crying myself in and out of sleep. At school, I was depressed and was sad most of the time.
I always missed Patch and still do but I eventually accepted that he was gone. When I thought about it, it made me sad but as time went on I started thinking of other things and didn’t think about Patch that much. Patch’s new owners also organized visits for me to cope better with him not living with us anymore