Talk about bittersweet. As a teenager I had a pet donkey who was apparently pregnant when we bought her. She had a baby and we eventually sold the mother. The baby, Wendy was the best pet ever. When I got married she moved to our farm. She proved to be too much work with a full time job, a wife that worked full time who was pregnant and a toddler. We were remodeling our house and neighbors had 2 pitbull crosses that would chase her. After repeated times of her getting cut up from running through fences and all sorts of actions to get neighbors to contain dogs I had to choose to rehome her. She went to a cousin of my wife who lives nearby with several horses who are pampered. She is very happy and well cared for. All of this to say it is very hard to part with a pet that you are so attached too, even when you know that they are in a better place. Wendy was 8 years old when she went to live in her new home and is now. She will be 17 this year. I know how hard it is to part with Nine. I am sure he will be happy with 2 ladies though.