Why oh why does it take me so long to share an adoption update?
Maybe it’s because I don’t want to get overly excited about the fact that my foster has gone to her forever…so I wait a few days for the other shoe not to drop and know the pup isn’t being returned. Maybe it’s because I am a little too sad to see them go to fully admit it. Or maybe I just am very untimely in my blog writing. Option 3 seems most plausible.
So, yes friends, it’s been nearly a week, and I have not heard any bad news since Suga left the building and moved in with her new pack last Friday. I will be following up tomorrow to do the 1-week “how’s it goin’?” checkup, but since the adopter hasn’t reached out since last Saturday to send me this photo…
|Day 1: she has found the bed and a friend’s lead to follow|
|“Look lady, if you would just stop taking me to these things, I could have my Sundays back and stop having hide under cars and behind legs.”|
For the record, she absolutely did put on her best “sorry, I’m just not that into you show” on April 22nd, but unfortunately for Suga she had her foster daddy Nick with her, who made a point to talk all about her more awesome qualities and how her adoption event antics were nothing more than her way of stomping her feet saying she wanted to go home. Jeff and Noah were undeterred by the tail between her legs, and filled out an application. After a lovely conversation about how their older dog Shorty had passed away, and how they could tell Jack was a little lonely for a new playmate, learning about how many of Jack’s personality traits mirrored those of Ollie, and how curious they were about all that Suga had to offer, it became clear to me that after some internal struggle, some light nudging from people and teasing “when are you going to keep her?” questions from my fellow volunteers and family members, and a few would-be adopters before that I didn’t feel quite right about (that incidentally also ended up falling through) I was able to let her go and avoid foster failure. Bringing her to her new family was the saddest I had ever been to say good-bye, but oddly, it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. We came to do the home visit, and I left with the feeling she was going to a place where after the initial transition, she would be happy and doted on for many, many years.
My time with Suga was 3 months of trust building and earning. She is the first foster that I really had to work for in order to go from this…
|Feb 4th on the car ride home from transport…shaking, soggy and avoiding eye contact|