This is an issue close to my heart, because when I went to the pound and adopted Tasha, she was there with one other littermate, her sister. I could not take both of course, but it broke my heart to take her and leave her sister there, it truly did. And I frequently think of her sister when I look at Tash, and wonder where she ended up and if she's ok. When I first saw both of them, I actually was more attracted to her sister because she was more reddish and I just love red coloring in dogs, but then after her initial interest in me, she ran off to play with toys, while Tash sat next to me gazing into my eyes and wagging... I took her up in my arms and never let go. She left with me.

It is hard. I still feel guilty too, six years later. I hope and pray with all my heart that Tasha's sister also found a loving forever home.