My birthday this year, was not a great one. Things had been going soooo great; moved to Cali, Noah was not to far in San Diego with our dog, I was starting school, and I have a fantastic roommate. Noah called me the night of the 3rd, I was on my way out to Venice beach to spend time with my parents and my sister. He told me that his best friend, Jessica, whom he is living with now was told by her manager that they couldn't have our dog and that Noah and the dog had to move out that night or she would be evicted. Noah didn't know what to do, he could either get rid of Freddie (whom we had had for 2 1/2 years and love VERY much) and stay in San Diego or he could go home to Portland.
After many tears (from me) and Noah having to stay in a very sketchy hotel for the night, we decided that we should find a new home for Freddie. We sent him home with my parents because I thought that he would have a better chance in Oregon and I emailed a rescue place for dogs that said that they could help place him with a family. I have cried a LOT because I hate the thought of him not finding a home or being scared....
I feel like sometimes when life gets too good that something has to happen to bring you back down to reality... is that just me?
XoXo,
Stephanie
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