An update on my blog from a few weeks ago about our foster dog Thor: he got himself a new home yesterday. Which was our intention all along, you'll recall, when we decided to welcome the little furball into our lives back in late January. You may not have believed me when I told you we were serious about him being just a foster dog. Glad I was able to make a believer out of you.
Well, not 100% glad. Even with chaotic new doggie routines and the occasional puppy bites (I'm looking at a nice little mark on my hand at the moment), it's inevitable that you're going to get attached. I think the neatest part was watching his progress. When he came to us, he was a pretty unruly little fella. Hopelessly cute, but unruly. Now he was snapping less and cuddling more. And he was growing like crazy. You don't get into the foster dog business without a little eventual heartache.
We met the new family at a neutral site in Mount Airy; the home of Regina, a Surry Animal Rescue volunteer who was instrumental in the whole adoption process. The family was from nearby Winston-Salem - three kids ages 4-12, and a Golden Retriever named Jake. Great people. They had lost one of their dogs just two months ago and were eager to be a two-dog family again. Thor was his energetic and adorable self, and they were hooked from the start. Regina pulled my wife and I aside at one point: I think this is a good match, she whispered. It's up to you.
There's a certain level of awkwardness in this type of situation, in case you're wondering. There's no manual for determining when it's time to go. It's more a sense of the inevitable being not some distant and dreaded point in the future, but now. We shook hands, said our goodbyes. My last memory of Thor was watching him run around the fenced-in backyard with the little four-year old girl, both of them cute as could be, both ready to grow up together and run around many more times together. And I realized that this scene and the future the two will share would've never been possible had it not been for someone posting a puppy picture on Facebook and my wife sending them a message. And that made me smile.
Suffice to say we're gonna miss the little fella. But he's going to be in good hands, and that's all we really ever wanted. If not us, we're very glad it's them.