”There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.”—Ben Williams
For quite sometime my son has been asking for a pet. We live a fairly busy life and always seem to have something to do or somewhere to go. The idea of a dog was extremely overwhelming. I just knew that if Collin had the full responsibility of a pet for a few days, his outlook on the idea of a dog would drastically change. That same week as I was trolling my cousin’s Facebook page I came across Love Me Furever rescue. On their page are photos and descriptions of rescued pups looking for “furever” homes. A photo immediately struck my fancy. It was a small white, terrier breed pup with the furriest, sweetest face ever. I got the genius idea that we could foster her for a few weeks and Collin would see that he really wasn’t up for full-time pet parenting. Soon after, I contacted Bre Pilley who runs the rescue along with a herd of volunteers. Sadly, the pup had found a home but there was a sibling who was in need of a home as well.
The next afternoon we drove 30 miles down the road to pick up Brownie.
Eight weeks earlier my boyfriend of 3 years stopped talking to me. No rhyme, no reason, just stopped communicating all together. It hadn’t always been the perfect relationship, but I felt he was perfect for me. Needless to say, my heart was shred into a million pieces and my self-worth questioned. Within a few days, I was completely immersed in the needs of this foster pup. She needed love, I wanted to be needed. We were the perfect match. I kept telling myself not to get attached to her because she was a “project” that would soon be in a loving adoptive home. As the days progressed, I noticed how happy she was to see me come home and just how much I thought about her when I was at work. I knew in my heart she was meant for us. The past 3 weeks have been wonderful. She needed us, but I think I needed her much, much more. Our official adoption is pending….