I like when I go into the shelter not knowing whom I'm going to rescue. I have a few open foster spaces and was trying to find a good match for them. What I didn't know, is that I might just fall in love with little "Gabby":
Little "Gabby" was rescued, taken to the vets, given medication, fluids and currently at the House of Turner. You'd never know she was sick:
This little girl just wants love and wouldn't sit still long enough to receive it. (kiss me! Love me! pet me!) I haven't fostered a black and white girl in a long time.
She's going to be a tough one to give up. I can just feel it.