I'm finding myself fosterless once again. "Steve" was adopted by a very nice couple (and their Abysinnian cat "Paolo") this afternoon.
This was one of the rare cases where I drove a foster cat to his new home. The couple didn't drive and I really liked them. Last time I did this, I drove my beloved little "Ducky" to a couple's house a few years ago and I left in tears. I felt like crying a few times, but I managed to keep my composure.
Their cat "Paolo" was a little doll and wanted SO BADLY to make friends with Steve. Steve kept hissing at him while he explored their lovely apartment. Poor Paolo even went as far as to "belly up" to Steve!
Sometimes I think we expect too much of these cats. Steve had been at my house for almost a month(?) and we pluck him from his foster home to place in him an apartment he's never seen before with people he's never seen AND with a 10 month old "new brother" and we expect them to bounce into some semblance of normalcy. I think Steve will be fine. He's a snuggly little social boy who will find his way into their hearts. No doubt about it.
The hard part about doing an adoption in someone else's home is that you have to actually walk out the door and leave your beloved foster cat looking frightened. I hate that I didn't kiss Steve goodbye because I was afraid I'd cry in front of these people. I couldn't even look at him as I walked out the door.
Maybe it was for the best. But the best for whom? Sorry for the macabre downer tonight. If you're considering fostering for the first time and are reading this - don't let what I say deter you from stepping up. Monday, I'm heading back to the shelter and doing this all over again. I wouldn't change anything. If I hadn't rescued Steve, he would've been euthanized alone at the shelter and thrown into a freezer.
So I got hurt. Boo frickity hoo. I'll be fine. Steve will live a wonderful life being loved by an awesome family because like many people, I stepped up and said, "I might get hurt, but if I don't help, who else will do it."
Call me. E-mail me. I'm going to the shelter on Monday and Tuesday is a "euthanasia day". I bet there's another "Steve" waiting for you too. This is the little fella I'd like to save on Monday:
Hang in there buddy - I'll be there on Monday for you!