Once again, we faced another start of the work week where I had to tell a loving foster Mom that her beloved foster cat passed away. After spending more than $2000.00 dollars on this sweetheart and days in a hospital, we finally got word from the vet that "Porkchop" is no longer with us.
As a rescuer, there's never much time to grieve. Porkchop's passing means there's an open space in a foster home and another cat waiting for a chance to live. I'm so grateful that his foster Mom feels the same way. So often foster parents run for the hills when their foster cat dies. Sometimes it's just too damn painful to put yourself out there again.
It's been a gorgeous day. That's been my saving grace today after getting pre-coffee bad news. The sun has been pouring through my office window with a cooler (dare I say "Autumn-like"?) breeze coming through. I've been extremely productive and even had time to stain a new screen door for our front door. The rescue's administrative stuff is now up to date and there might even be time for a 30 minute siesta before I start dinner.
I almost hate the idea of taking that 30 minute nap. I've been too busy until now to think about our little "Porky". But he deserves to be thought about. I don't want him to be "just another RIP in the rescue". I'll spend some time thinking about him at our last adoption event and how he sucked on his foster Mom's ear. Porkchop was such a character.
He's going to be missed.