This is a happy day for Rollie. Not so much for me. Rollie is going to a home,where the lady is going to foster with intent to adopt. She is fostering greyhounds for another greyhound group but she has not fallen in love with her foster dog. She met Rollie at an event this weekend and came around 5 times asking about him and she decided he may just be the right dog for her to adopt.
So today I say farewell to my foster dog Rollie. I know I should be happy for him, and he is able to go because of me. But, after 15 or 17 foster dogs, you'd think this would be easier by now. I've decided if the foster dog is here for a short time, it is easy to let them go to their forever home. But after 5 or 6 months, it is a terrible feeling to say good bye to the dog who had diarrhea for almost a
month, the dog who fell asleep while roaching and used the wall to prop himself up while sleeping, to the guy who would joyfully roo "hello" when I came down the stairs after feeding him. The dog that learned squeakies are fun, treats are good, and people that lay on the floor with you are wonderful. I will miss this guy a lot.
In addition to me missing him, I will need to help River understand the loss of her best dog friend. While it takes a while for her to warm up to them, after they understand her and the rules, she enjoys the company of the foster dog.
The tears will soon stop and I will appear normal again, I think.
So Mr. Rollie, I bid you a fond farewell. I told him he can come back to me if it doesn't work out.
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Bye Y'all!
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