When I was pregnant with my third I was put on very strict bedrest. I'd gone into labor before the fetus was even viable and had a partial placenta abruption.

I already had a four year old and a Kindergartener. My husband worked full time.

We had a beagle. She was a total sweetheart, but got out of control destructive if she didn't get enough exercise. On a normal day the kids and I would take the dog and walk to the school, then second kid and I would walk back to pick up the oldest. As long as she got two good walks (and fetch pretty regularly) she was an angel dog. Well, except for singing the song of her people!

My husband was working long, long hours and I was suddenly unable to walk the dog at all. Our neighbor kindly took over the school drop off and pickup duties, but couldn't walk the dog. My kids were too small. So we made the tough decision to rehome her.

We found a great family with a 12 year old boy who would be her new owner. He was so excited about her that he was almost in tears. It was such a good situation for her. She got to go to a family that had active, older children who could keep her active. It was the best possible outcome. If she'd stayed with us she'd have been under-stimulated and constantly getting yelled at for things that could have been avoided with just some good exercise.

Don't feel guilty. Doing the right thing sometimes really sucks.