Operation Minimalism: Giving Up My Furry Sidekick

Preparing to take a trip around the world for an extended period of time requires a lot preparation and sacrifice. This is one, of hopefully many, of a series of posts chronicling the shedding of all my worldly belongings to go on this journey.

For the past 9 months, the first thing I saw after I managed to pry my eyes open at the first signs of morning were the curious looking eyes of my pug, Caesar. He is a pug: a puzzled, sometimes anxious, facial expression was his everyday look. That face looked at me and I knew instantly how happy he was to see me, but most importantly it was a signal that I needed to get out of bed and let him out to pee.

I woke up this morning, like I did for the past week, hoping to see those eyes glaring at me, but he wasn’t there. Instead, I stared at his empty crate, heartbreakingly realizing that he is no longer with me and that I had re-homed him with a good friend in Portland, OR a few weeks earlier. It is akin to the scene from the movie ’50 First Dates’ when the character played by Drew Barrymore woke up bewildered and flabbergasted. I’m reminded every single morning of this horrid truth when I wake up.

 The day I met Caesar and took him home
The day I met Caesar and took him home

If you’ve gotten this far, you’re probably wondering what on earth is happening. Why did I just give up my puppy? It’s complicated (such a cop out, right?). I’m trying to synthesize what I’m going through in a nice, concise post (coming soon! promise!) because frankly, I’m tired of repeating the harrowing tale to every single person that asks. Let’s just say I’m going somewhere and Caesar can’t come with. You could say it was one of those “It’s what’s best” moments, something you’ll appreciate doing later down the line, but hate every single minute of shortly after.

 Till the day I gave him up, Caesar's favorite spot was between my feet
Till the day I gave him up, Caesar’s favorite spot was between my feet

Sigh, I’ll adapt and come to grips with the situation, but so far, it has been a lot harder than I thought it would be. There’s no more dog to let out, no more walks, no more play time, no more bath time. What do I do with myself now?

Dear Caesar,

I hope you’re enjoying your new home in Portland! I miss you, bud! You’re the best baby puggy a guy could ever have. Know that it was hard to give you up, but in the end, a smart, albeit difficult, decision had to be made on my part.

Don’t forget me, as I will never forget you.

Your pal,


 The last picture I took of Caesar before I took off for the airport
The last picture I took of Caesar before I took off for the airport

If you’re in dire need of more cute pictures of Caesar, check out this gallery of him at 2 months old!

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