In college, our neighbors had a dog/pup they said they couldn’t take care of and gave it to my roommates and me. We named it, took care of it, and tried to raise it. But every time we opened the door, it would run across the street to their house and sit on their doorstep. Eventually, the neighbors said they made a mistake and would take the dog back. We might’ve kept it for a while, but it was never really our dog.
Hard to get worked up about losing something that was never really yours in the first place.