Did I Make the Right Choice?
I met my Stray Rescue foster Trooper and his potential new mom at the vet a few hours ago. She and her husband wanted to have Trooper’s leg checked out before finalizing the adoption (in April, a three-month old Trooper was found by Stray Rescue with a horribly infected wound and they just want to be sure he’s ok).
Trooper was his sweet, adorable, but obnoxious puppy self … wanting lots of love, jumping on me. My black outfit was covered with hair – the way all my clothes, my car and my house used to be. It reinforced the fact that I do love him, but don’t miss him.
Then I got home.
Chewy took one whiff and got extremely excited. He ran to the garage door to see if Trooper was there. As I opened the front door to grab the mail, Chewy stood there trembling, completely anticipating that Trooper was waiting on the other side. Same thing at the back door as I went to let Chewy out.
Now I’m not sure … maybe the ass kicking of Chewy by Trooper really was playing … maybe I should have adopted Trooper myself. What I am sure of … Chewy searching for Trooper tonight broke my heart just a little.
P.S. The adoption still isn’t final … she wants to talk with her husband, who couldn’t make it to the vet … but it seems promising (that is if I still consider someone else adopting him a good thing).