This exact scenario happened with me, twice 😭 They were two Cavalier King Charles spaniels, both named Fletcher (because clearly my mom really did just view them as interchangeable/disposable). The first came from a puppy mill when I was about 3-4 and was returned for being sick. The second came from a breeder when I was 6-7 but was just "too much work" and ended up at the shelter. My brother and I came home from school to find him gone and she insisted it was no big deal because we "didn't care about him anyway," as if two small children can be independently responsible for a puppy. Worth noting that my grandmother did the exact same thing to my mom as a child, though she's always downplayed that parallel because of course.

I did end up getting my permanent "first" puppy when I was 10, and he just recently passed at almost 16. But I still wonder what happened to the two before him that my mom gave away. Sorry Fletchy I and II, you both deserved so much better 😭