So, it's Monday night and we get a call. The people from the Berner Sennenhund (Abby's breed) rescue organization want to pick Abby up on Tuesday. We're thinking we can call them and ask them for a few more days so people, especially Catja, can tell her good-bye.
Oh, no, they're coming at 10:30. Apparently, they had organized a chain of transportation to get Abby to her new home. It all just happened so fast. Abby could tell something was up because we never pet her as much as we did that morning and I, for some reason, couldn't stop crying. 
Abby seemed happy to see the lady who picked her up, she's generally leary of new people, but she greeted her with great enthusiasm, which may have had something to do with the pieces of meat in her pocket. I called this morning and Abby got there safely, was happy to meet her new sister (the family has another girl dog, who is showing her the ropes), slept well and is eating normally. I think we're all a little sad, but also relieved. We said Abby was going on a trip and that seemed to satisfy Fiona. She hasn't asked about her, yet.
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So saaaad!
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