I’ve concluded that Edna is going to be a foster fail, presuming the paperwork goes through, hehe. This senior mutt is welcome into our family, especially because she has special needs. After a horrendous operation to remove dozens of foxtails from her mouth and ears, she’s still medically recovering, needs dental work, and probably has at least one cataract developing. Still, through all that, she has absolutely impressed the hell out of me with her resilience, intelligence, and affection under such tough circumstances. As I embark on moving home and a new year, she has been a gift, which ironically, I met her only as a medical foster after her surgery, and took her home with us sight unseen. Now I cannot see myself sending her off anywhere (even though I know she’d be snapped up in a second at Muttville) when she feels so at home in my arms. When you see her, and you see how she falls into me, you’ll see how I am with many fosters, but most especially my forever dogs, Bonnie and Snoopy. I love these fosters, and I cry when they move on, but sometimes I have to admit that my heart can’t take it. That’s how I had all the dogs I had in my home before the fire, almost all of whom were seniors like Edna, and two of whom were blind like Bonnie.
