When The Right Home Come's Along....

Buddy, aka Budwheezer, was our foster dog for 15 months.  He came in as a possible hospice foster, and we loved him even if that was the journey he was on.  We loved him, like we love all our fosters, perhaps just a little more.  Because he was such a great Buddy.

But, there was a greater plan and truthfully, just what we wanted for him.  Fostering means you wait, for them to settle in, for them to feel safe, for them to learn the ropes, to gain confidence, for them to heal, for a good prognosis.  When he got his good prognosis, he went back up on the adoption ready list.  Still he waited, and it was okay with us.

With fosters you get inquiries from time-to-time on your dog.  But if you've done this enough, you know not to get excited.  You answer their questions and see if their interest grows or wanes. You breathe a sign of relief when you know it's not the right home.  If it's the right home, it will all fall into place.

So you wait, and you love them during muddy days, the days you find toads in the house, during the days they eat baby bunny's, when they howl in the middle of the night for no particular reason. When you think it will never happen, and are secretly happy about that, it does.

On that day you look at your foster, and the possibilities the forever home offers, and you know you have no choice.  Love is like that.  Give of your heart for the greater good.  Which is just what Buddy got.  A greater good, a forever home, and love that ran deep from the first time she saw him.  Now, I know, and she know's, he can always, always, always come back.  We're okay with that.  For a delightful time we were the best for him.  Now his forever home is.  Life is good.