Before I get to the topic of the post, a few pictures from a very relaxing Memorial Day weekend.
While Cindy is still on an exercise restriction due to her heartworm treatments that ended just over a month ago, today we ventured into the karate school parking lot next door and she got pretty far (for her)…this was the aftermath:
In the back of my mind, I know we’re nearing the end of Cindy’s stay with us. S.N.O.R.T. has been accepting applications for her adoption for the past two weeks or so and from my understanding there are a few potential fits that are being explored.
To say I don’t want her to go would be an understatement. I knew when we agreed to foster a puppy mill dog that we really had no idea what kind of dog we were getting. She could have been surprisingly healthy and ready for adoption relatively quickly or she could have needed a lot of care – Cindy fell into the latter category.
We’ve had her for well over four months now and she fits right into our lives. Would it be easier to let her go if she’d been a short-term foster? Maybe, I don’t know. I love her to death, though, so I’m really glad we’ve been able to foster her for as long as we have because it means we’ve been able to spend a lot of quality time with her.
I keep getting asked why we didn’t just keep her and the reason is that being an adult stinks. If money weren’t an issue she would never have been officially listed for adoption and she would have fallen into the category of “foster failure,” in which a foster family (in this case, me!) becomes their foster dog’s “forever” family. Unfortunately, money does matter and bulldogs aren’t an inexpensive breed. If only I had won the lottery 🙂
So for the remainder of Cindy’s time with us I’ll give her extra hugs and kisses, snap a million more photos and know that S.N.O.R.T. will pick Cindy’s perfect “forever” home.