This morning I awoke to a house that was a little bit cleaner, calmer.. quieter and it lacked the zest and energy that once lingered for the past few weeks. The foster pups time had come for me to take them back to the shelter as they prepare to go on transport in a few days.
For the past three weeks I have put my energy, time, emotions and efforts into making sure these babies hopefully get off on the right foot. The day I went to drop them off, I didn't realize my throat would tighten and my eyes would burn as I held back tears.
I talked to them through the crate door as they looked at me intently. I know they had questions for me. They were brave, no tears and no whining. It is as though they knew they have a whole new life waiting for them... As soon as they came into my life, they left it. I kissed them both goodbye and let them go.
These puppies have grown so much and I would be lying if I said we didn't bond over these weeks. They grew to trust me, understand me when I would praise them and when I would correct them. They looked up at me as though they needed me, my guidance and acceptance.
Moose and Jug both grew into might fine little young men and I often wonder how they will look in just a few more months. I know they will be handsome and they have personalities that could charm anyone.
I know that the chances of me ever seeing them again are next to none.. but that doesn't mean I won't be looking for them in the years to come. I will remember them as they were my own.
Good Speed my baby boys! It was an honor to say that I loved you first.