"We can't keep her anymore", she blurted out in the middle of her baby's 1st birthday party. "With our job schedules, the new baby and everything, well....." she paused long enough to brush away a few stray tears, "anyway, it would be so amazing if you could take her. Your sooo good with animals, and I could come and visit and......" by now her voice had drifted away as I absorbed the enormity of her plea.
Amazing, was the word she'd used, but adopting a 113 lb. dog who'd never been exposed to cats into my three-cat-one- humongous dog of my own-household, seemed more precarious than amazing.
Instincts on full alert: my gut screamed it's warning loud and clear "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" but too late, The words were already tumbling from my lips.....
"Well, I can't make any promises....but...."
Damn!! I'd done it again!!
Allowed someone else's sadness to take precedence over my own well being.
I thought momentarily about my parents, the lifetime they'd spent teaching me the importance of values: honesty, justice, determination, kindness.....
Why, I wondered, had they never taught me the importance of saying no???