A week ago I met this little scruffy dog, Winston, that had been saved from the euthanasia list.
He came over to meet me and Cleo to see if he would be a good option for me to foster. At first I was nervous because he was super hyper and obsessed with the cat. But a few days later, a little adjusting and a major haircut and we had things worked out.
This has been a great experience so far. It's nice to have a lively little guy around. Cleo had been great with him and is even starting to play a little. However, the downside of this whole foster situation that I guess I didn't think of in the mist of all the positives, he's not mine. So yesterday I took him to his first adoption event.
"Are you my new mom?" Winston charmed lots of people but there was one girl in particular that was smitten right away. She's very cute and will love Winston and give him all the love and attention he needs. And I was doing fine, happy in fact that he'd found someone so quickly. Until the girl called her mom to come and meet him, the mom asked me if it was sad. I got very teary eyed. I get him for another week so I'll just focus on that and the fact that I helped in the process of saving this little sweethearts life.
I want to do important things with my life. I want to help people...and animals. I want to leave a positive mark on the world. I have so much love and energy and desire to help. I'm happy to have found even a little way to channel some of these feelings.
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