We were able to find a good home for our puppy.
I was sad when she drove off with the kind girls who adopted her from us. And I cried. For maybe 20 seconds. Maybe a little more. But not much. There were a few more moments when I cried. But not many. And the more time we spent in our house without our puppy, the more I felt like we had made a good, good decision. And thinking about how nice the girls were who came to adopt our puppy, and how I imagined they would take very good care of her, I felt very good not just for us, but also for our puppy.
It's good to make a good decision that works out well.
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