He's Gone and I Want Him Back

I've just taken Henry to his new home, and I'm worried. Really sad. I wanted to keep him. I hate to have left him there. I wonder if I made the wrong decision. He may not fit into their lifestyle. He doesn't have other dogs there, and doesn't have a fenced yard - they'll have to take him to the dog parks in order to get him exercise, though there's one closer to them than there is to me. It makes me so sad to dump him off and not be able to explain to him why or ask him what he wants. I'm worried he'll be lonely. I'm really worried I'll never see him again - he'll be their dog now. And I feel like I love him more than anybody else could. Maybe it won't work out with them (the rescue group sets up the first week as a trial period) and that will mean that he needs to live with me forever. I think that's almost what I'm hoping for at this point. I could take it as a sign. Even though it's hard for me to have him and it feels like too much, I want to be able to determine the type of life he leads and I want to get to see him and I want him to know he isn't forgotten. And most of all I think it's so incredibly unfair that dogs get no choice in this life. We have too much power over them. Maggie is going to be on serious cuddle duty tonight.