if it happens or not. The young man in question turned out to be gentle and soft spoken. He said that he and his girlfriend had been waiting two years to get a puppy and now that they have a yard, they're ready. He made his application but it's not final till he pays the fee, so I haven't started counting chickens. There were several other folks interested in Watson, also and by today I'm ready to let him go. The surprising bit was how many people, seeing the photo of his mama, asked if they could adopt her. And another surprise, for me, was that I want to say yes. It makes me feel terribly guilty to admit that, but although I'm attached to Peach, she's golden. She's the darling that everyone wants. She can have a good home in minutes. And if I let her go, I'll have the space and time to foster another, less perfect one whose chances don't look so good.
I stayed at the shelter till closing, allowing maximum exposure for Watty, who shivered and hid in a corner most of the time he was alone. Apparently that pulled at a few heart strings so he was in and out of the display window frequently, being cuddled and loved on while I walked some of the big dogs. It was good to be back working. It was good to be reminded that what I want is not more dogs for myself but to help more of them find homes. I don't know why I keep having to learn this lesson over and again, but reason doesn't seem to settle in the heart, as love does.
Loving and letting go, that's the process I've signed up for. And I'm thinking it must be part of my soul's journey, part of some greater purpose, as it must be for other folks out there who foster kids and critters, cause by any other standard it starts to look like a pretty odd choice.
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