I'm not sure why, but I decided to call my voicemail at home and there was a message from her at noon. "Um...Beth...I lost track of time. Sorry about that. Can you meet me out there tomorrow? Don't let Moe be euthanized until I can see him."
WHAT? You "lost track of time"??? I woke up this morning thinking about Moe's adoption. Why weren't you???
I could hardly face Moe who was sitting in his cage looking at me so expectedly. I had taken him out earlier and combed out his coat so he'd look cute for his new Mom. I told him she was coming soon. Shit. I couldn't go back and face him. I feel awful.
I really tried hard to keep a stiff upper lip over this thing with Moe. I'm absolutely furious that someone could be so rude. Certainly she has to know that I might have had something else to do today other than go to the shelter - AGAIN?
Fortunately, David and I had a good trip out there. We talked about important things and held hands.
Although things got pretty mucked up, I was still able to rescue a little girl named "Lizzy" for a foster very happy foster Mom:
Lizzy had been at the shelter for a month and was VERY happy to be saying "Goodbye" to that place. What a sweet little Tortie. :)
To Lizzy, it was an important, life changing day.
To Moe? I haven't forgotten about you.