The Playland fireworks are cracking and booming. Cody does not like when the fireworks go off, but he is not here tonight.
A pet rescue volunteer came to pick up Cody earlier this evening, to care for him this weekend, while Nicholas and I go to PA for the Magic Catfish party. (Thanks, Keri!)
An hour or two before he got picked up, I found out that he may get adopted tomorrow. I had to stop and take a breath. I felt immediately happy, and simultaneously sad.
Nicholas and I said good-bye to Cody, just in case he is in fact adopted tomorrow. Nicholas seemed at first disappointed and sad when I told him, but then I changed my voice to happy and praised him for doing such a great job taking care of Cody, and that we can help by fostering another dog again. This gave him a sense of purpose and excitement, and he gave Cody a nice hug good-bye. We also sent him off with a quick care package, including his towel that we slept with last night so it will have our scent for a few days to comfort him, as well as his favorite french fries squeaky toy.
For awhile before he left, I just held him in my arms like a baby. He is just so sweet. I almost cried.
aww! you guys are doing such a great thing! I don't know how you wouldn't get attached to at least one!
ReplyDeletewell, that's just it, Dove. I got attached to two out of two, and I only had each for two weeks!
ReplyDeleteBut, when all is said and done, I know in my heart, that for now, in this time in my life, fostering is what I can do.
Remember how I said I can't foster anymore....? You are a strong woman.
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