The last two weeks have been a whirlwind. Two weekends ago, I was supposed to take Sal to the shelter to meet a potential adopter. We'd scheduled a time and he and I took a final selfie after playing a game of fetch in the yard. Then I got a call from the foster coordinator saying that they were sending a volunteer to pick him up to meet the adopter and that he'd be going home with that person immediately.
I was confused as to why I wasn't supposed to take him, but I also needed to paint the room he'd been sleeping in before my parents brought up some furniture from their basement, so I said my goodbyes and then got to work painting. Honestly, even though I was confused, mostly, I felt relief. Barley and Sal had not made any more progress in co-existing, so everyone was separated into different zones and I was rotating between the animals to give everyone attention. It was exhausting.
A couple days later, I noticed he was still on the shelter website and listed as available. To make a long story short, there was miscommunication between shelter workers and they thought I was unavailable to bring him to the shelter, but actually the potential adopter was unavailable. This was the second or third time she'd rescheduled, so the shelter decided to move on to another adopter.
|He didn't care that the walls were a different color as long as his ball was still there.|
Luckily, there was another adopter who was approved--and she happened to be a member of my extended family (you know, one of those relatives that nobody knows the labels for, but you see them at family reunions)! I'd shared his pictures on Facebook and fun little stories about our days together and she'd fallen in love with him. For about a month, she thought about him and we messaged back and forth about him. By the time she decided to submit the application, the other adopter had already been approved and we were both sad Sal was going to miss out on a life with her. I'd hated that Sal was going to be spending life with someone I'd never met, so when I found out that my relative was approved to adopt him when that didn't work out, I was ecstatic! She had a 10+ hour drive to get Sal, so I held onto him for a few more days, but she was willing to drop everything and come get him the same week I picked him up from the shelter.
My relative arrived late Thursday night and spent the night with us. Sal was a little nervous at first, but she was patient with him and after a few treats, he was snuggling up against her. She moved his bed across the hall into the guest room and he spent the night alternating between sleeping on his bed and walking over to nudge her hand for a few more pets.
As soon as the shelter opened, we headed there to sign the final paperwork and pay the adoption fee and then I put Sal in her car and they headed off to his new life.
|Sal wasn't sure why we were getting back in the car, but I was happy this would be his last ride to the shelter!|
I've gotten a few updates. He was the perfect road trip companion and did beautifully in their stay at a Red Roof Inn on the way home (thank you Red Roof Inn for making this adoption easier and having pet friendly rooms!). He's embraced his fancy new dog bed, but has also shown that despite having some old creaky joints he can hop up onto the couch. He couldn't have found a better home.
Barley and I celebrated returning to our own routines with a nice fall walk followed by a mini pumpkin blizzard from Dairy Queen (Barley thought getting to lick out the cup was the best part of the whole fostering experience).
We haven't ruled out fostering again in the future, but it won't be something we start during the school year again. It's definitely a better summer activity when the pets can have all of my time and I don't have to compartmentalize my days so much.
We're wishing Sal many happy years in his new home. He's one lucky pup!