Here’s another story about someone who started out as a foster parent but ended up with a Fluff who brought on an Adoption Conversion!
Hi! I’m Jacki, and I am a Small Paws volunteer in North Carolina. I am going to share the story of my very first foster.
My first foster was right after we stopped our infertility treatments the first time. I just couldn’t take anything else emotionally. Our first Bichon came after I had my first miscarriage. They became my first children.
Well this little foster was a rescue from a kill shelter. His owners had already came and picked him up twice and had not taken care of the severe needs he had that the shelter had insisted be treated. The shelter wanted someone to come get him the third time–and fast because they didn’t want him to go back to his neglectful owners. And if he stayed there, he wouldn’t last long. He barely weighed in at 7-pounds and the vet estimated him at year and a half old. He had open wounds on his neck and his coat was a mess–with dead flies matted in.
I got to the shelter the moment they opened on September 16, 2005. Actually I got there a half hour early as it was a 2-hour drive away, and happened to see a worker go in which was a blessing as I needed to use the little girls room in the worst kind of way (and I didn’t want to have to do it the Bichonly way).
I saw him from across the foyer, and it was as if he knew already that I had come for him and was his Mommy because he went crazy with his sweet Bichon wave. I must admit, he got a “Happy Meal” on the drive home. We took him immediately to the vet.
The vet found ribs that had previously been broken and healed back on their own, and he had infection in his wounds, but his spirit was fully intact along with his male parts (remedied soon thereafter). Needless to say, we healed him up and he adapted to indoor life very quickly–maybe a little too well!!! He has a “small” bladder due to lack of nutrition as a puppy according to our vet, and he is still on the small side of things weight slightly under 9-pounds. But he is so full of personality and sweet as can be.
And thus, I failed fostering 101. Now in 2012 he’s my little sweetheart and sleeps in the middle of the bed.
When a Fluff finds a new furever home, and a pet parent finds their perfect furbaby, it’s not Foster 101 failure! It’s a graduation to Adoption Conversion!
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