Sometimes, fostering can be hectic.
Just this past week we went from 7 cats (only 1 permanent- my baby, Tidbit) to 5 (2 adoptions!), then two days later up to 6 (an owner relinquishment), the next day back up to 7 (a friend found a stray), two days later down to 6 (the guardian was found!) and the next day back down to 5 (another foster home took the relinquishment). Granted, since I'm on the board of the rescue, I deal with a lot more then our general foster homes.
But right now, I'm laying in bed typing while Handsome lays on my chest, purring his little heart out, looking completely blissed out. This poor guy was living on the streets just a month ago and already has an introduction tomorrow with a potential family. I'm already imagining this sweetheart playing and cuddling with the little girl who's coming to visit him, and my heart swells at the potential. I'm grateful for this moment of peace and bonding with him, as he may be leaving soon.
I know a lot of people focus on the perceived negative of fostering- the animal is (hopefully!) eventually adopted and you may be sad. Which happens.
But there's so much everyday joy and there's always another needy animal who would love to hang out with you.
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