I recently read an article that said, in time, it gets easier to say goodbye to foster pets. I guess I haven’t been doing it long enough then. You see, I said goodbye to Denny, Daisy , and Delia on Friday and it doesn’t seem easier than when I said goodbye to Lilly over a year ago.
My husband and I started fostering puppies April 9, 2016 with a lot of anticipation while not knowing exactly what to expect. We were green, to say the least. I knew that we could help in some small way, but I never dreamed of the fulfilling mission it has become. First of all, let me say that I know many animal rescuers that do so much more than I do, and I honestly don’t know how they do it. I’m just here to share my experience an spread some light on the precious souls that we touch and that in turn, touch us.
I saw our first foster pup, Lilly, on facebook. A small local rescue group posted her picture and was searching for a foster home. Just one little puppy, right? We can handle that. We’re two responsible adults. We. Can. Do. This. As we drove home with Lilly, armed with toys, food, pee pads, and Pack and Play, we had no idea Lilly would change our lives.
Saying goodbye to Lilly was heartbreaking, but fortunately, we knew she had great family waiting on her in Connecticut. We were hooked. We’ll cherish the time we had with her and how she enriched our lives. This blog is dedicated to the puppies that have joined our family and then left to be adopted by their forever families.