I have been fostering two dogs for a few months, and it is almost time for them to move on. This being my first time fostering an animal, I underestimated my defenselessness to becoming attached. If I didn't already have more than my fair share of pets, I would have adopted these sweethearts, but I knew coming into this that I couldn't. In fact, early on, I couldn't wait for these little rascals to leave. Now, though, they've become such loving companions, and I find myself loving them back, despite my attempts to remain objective.
I haven't felt a sense of loss like this since my mother died. I should have known I'd likely have trouble letting go. It was the right things to rescue these pups, but now it's so hard to say goodbye, knowing that I'll probably never see them again.
This fucking sucks. </3