Ah the bittersweet part of rescue: The youngest member of our troupe has found a forever home of his own! Yes the bouncing baby boy formerly known as Lucas is now Lucky Lucas.
It's hard to explain the mixed feelings of being a Foster Mom to four-legged ragamuffins. You take them in, clean them up, teach them some manners, show them lots of love -- basically treat them like they are your's forever. All the while working furiously to send them on their way so you can make room for another one.
For all the frayed nerves, expense and time put into each wild little thing you'd think I'd party when one finds a permanent home of their own. But no. Not I. I cry as I back out of the driveway of their new family. I cry when I get home and see their empty bed. I cry when I get out one-too-many treats.
But oh the smiles! I smile when I hear how well they are doing in their home. I smile when I see pictures of them and their new family. I smile as I clean up their bed and get it ready for the next lucky Eskie that will be cleaned up, taught some manners and shown lots of love.
Fostering: The hardest but best job in the world.
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OH.LAUREL.
I am so thrilled for Lucas.
Did the new family appear to be ... uhhhhh .... ready?
At least the house is quieter and moving at a much slower pace...now if we could just do something about NOAH!
I'm happy to report that Lucas' family says he is doing great. He and their other Eskie (11 years old!) are playing and having a big time. I made sure he went to a home familiar with Eskies so they would be as ready as possible. ;-)
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