Zoey

For the last three weeks we've had a little foster dog staying with us. Her name is Zoey. She's part terrier, about 6 years old, completely trained and even does a tricks. She was a good dog from the time Brittney brought her home from the Humane Society. In the past week, she'd become really attached to Gerald and me. When she would hear the garage door open, she would stand at the back door and cry until I came inside. Then she'd get so excited that she'd jump right up into my arms.

Every Saturday, all foster dogs return to the Humane Society from 11am-4pm to be available for prospective owners to adopt them. Because Steve and I had quite a few errands to do, we took Zoey with us. She happily rode with us all over town. I thought she needed to be at HS at 10am, so we took her in at 9:40. There were a few workers there and a few dogs. They pointed me towards an empty kennel. I placed Zoey into the kennel, petted her for a minute and then walked out the kennel door and locked it behind me. Zoey immediately started crying. As we walked away, she started climbing the gate. She actually made it halfway up and just hung there. It was so pathetically sad.


Fast forward through a really busy day. Brittney went to pick up Zoey again and texted me that she had been adopted. I had such mixed feelings. I definitely knew that she wasn't a dog we were going to keep. I was happy that a family wanted her and was willing to adopt her. I think Steve believed I was sad because I wanted her to stay but that wasn't really it.




If you're not a dog or animal person, don't bother reading the rest of this because it won't make any sense. I was upset because I left Zoey alone crying in the empty kennel and walked away. I felt like she would think we just abandoned her and would always think we didn't like or want her. I should have asked Maya at the Humane Society to let me know that Zoey was being adopted. I would have gone in to snuggle with her for a little while and then calmly handed her over to the people that were going to love her so she knew it was ok. The staff at the Humane Society are all animal people so they would have let me if I'd just asked. But I didn't.




It's still messing me up a little. Ok. A lot.
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