Gorgeous. That is the only word I can think of for this image...
Fostered this little guy for a little over a month. I was so overwhelmed at the time and couldn't wait to find him a home. I wept like a baby the day he was picked up! We called him Little Boy for a while and that turned into LB for short, which then became Elbie. The photo of my buddy Levi, his son Lennon, and Little Boy is one of my favorites pictures ive had the privilege of capturing.View attachment 4849479View attachment 4849480View attachment 4849481View attachment 4849482
You assume correctly. He ended up going home with someone who is now a dear friend and we visit him regularly(well, at least my lady does). His name is now Leo and has a big sister named Lucy. So no regrets.There are a few things in my long life that I regret, and giving up foster cats is at the top of my (fortunately not too long) list.
The last photo speaks entirely for itself. It made me wonder how could you give up this little fur baby. Not being critical. Just - well, it was my first thought. There are always reasons for what we do, and inevitably we have to accept this. To do with human imperfection.
From what you wrote, I am assuming he went to a truly good home, and is there yet. This to me would be the ultimate satisfaction, not having had to give him up.
Cats are gifts from the gods to us. If you doubt this, ask my five rescue furbags in Indonesia and our three at home in Australia. They will tell you for sure, that is when they aren't too busy stuffing their gobs with good food, sleeping on soft covers, or competing to curl up and warm my lap.
Need I say it, I write all this relating entirely for my own self...
Chihuahua/Greyhound? I'm trying to figure out the mechanics of that! But, as they say, where there's a will, there's a way. In any case, best of luck with Walter!You assume correctly. He ended up going home with someone who is now a dear friend and we visit him regularly(well, at least my lady does). His name is now Leo and has a big sister named Lucy. So no regrets.
Moving, job transition, and a senior pup, Sophie, with dementia on her last leg was not the best time to take in a kitten. We agreed to wait until Sophie transcended and we recovered emotionally and financially before taking on the responsibility of a new pet. My lady came home with the kitten the next day haha!
We rescued a pup named Walter, who's a one year old Chihuahua/Italian Greyhound a couple months ago. I'll let you guess what the conversation/agreement was before we brought him home... My lady has a bigger heart than I do, for sure, But Christ is helping me with that day by day.
We rescued a pup named Walter, who's a one year old Chihuahua/Italian Greyhound a couple months ago. I'll let you guess what the conversation/agreement was before we brought him home... My lady has a bigger heart than I do, for sure, But Christ is helping me with that day by day.