Hey Guys, Holy Christ, it seems like I only post here when I’ve been devastated by some pet related incident. Today is no different. You’ve seen this cute little guy in my last few videos, Vincent. I fostered him for 10 days and he found his forever home yesterday. This was the plan. Pick him up and get him ready for adoption. Well, now I literally want to die, I’m so upset. And I don’t use the word literally as freely as most do. WTF is wrong with me? I feel like my heart has been ripped out, again. What made me think I could do this? And if I hear one more person tell me how I should/could have kept him, I’ll scream. I followed a plan and stuck to it. I wanted desperately to foster an animal since we lost Abbey so recently and I knew we weren’t yet ready to adopt. I needed to help some how and thought this would be a good start. A dog in whom I had no emotional interest. I love a big fat old bully type girl who needs help trusting again. I can do that. Then, off one of the 5 vans filled with dogs and puppies from Texas came this scruffy 12 pound terrier boy who couldn’t seem to care less about me or where he decided to pee in my house. Well, I haven’t stopped crying since I last saw him 35 hours ago. That’s right, even in my sleep, if you can call my drug induced coma sleeping. And food? Who can eat when feeling like this? These feelings are not too different from a bad break up. A break up where I encouraged him to find someone else and then realized that it may have actually been me all along. I’ve done everything short of bribing the woman who runs the rescue to get him back for me. All the reasons my family and I decided not to get a dog so soon suddenly seemed less important, even fading away. If I think hard, I can remember. But mostly I remember a hairy little guy who loved me, followed me everywhere, slept on me, and made me smile. I am not looking for some munchausen by proxy sympathy here since I continuously find myself and get myself into this situation. I just feel like you are all a part of my family who deserve to know what this crazy Louzer is up to. Have any of you attempted to foster and ended up in a loony bin? That’s where I’m headed. The LOUny bin. 💕oxoxo Lou
skip2mylou
Hey Guys, Holy Christ, it seems like I only post here when I’ve been devastated by some pet related incident. Today is no different. You’ve seen this cute little guy in my last few videos, Vincent. I fostered him for 10 days and he found his forever home yesterday. This was the plan. Pick him up and get him ready for adoption. Well, now I literally want to die, I’m so upset. And I don’t use the word literally as freely as most do. WTF is wrong with me? I feel like my heart has been ripped out, again. What made me think I could do this? And if I hear one more person tell me how I should/could have kept him, I’ll scream. I followed a plan and stuck to it. I wanted desperately to foster an animal since we lost Abbey so recently and I knew we weren’t yet ready to adopt. I needed to help some how and thought this would be a good start. A dog in whom I had no emotional interest. I love a big fat old bully type girl who needs help trusting again. I can do that. Then, off one of the 5 vans filled with dogs and puppies from Texas came this scruffy 12 pound terrier boy who couldn’t seem to care less about me or where he decided to pee in my house. Well, I haven’t stopped crying since I last saw him 35 hours ago. That’s right, even in my sleep, if you can call my drug induced coma sleeping. And food? Who can eat when feeling like this? These feelings are not too different from a bad break up. A break up where I encouraged him to find someone else and then realized that it may have actually been me all along. I’ve done everything short of bribing the woman who runs the rescue to get him back for me. All the reasons my family and I decided not to get a dog so soon suddenly seemed less important, even fading away. If I think hard, I can remember. But mostly I remember a hairy little guy who loved me, followed me everywhere, slept on me, and made me smile. I am not looking for some munchausen by proxy sympathy here since I continuously find myself and get myself into this situation. I just feel like you are all a part of my family who deserve to know what this crazy Louzer is up to. Have any of you attempted to foster and ended up in a loony bin? That’s where I’m headed. The LOUny bin. 💕oxoxo Lou
5 years ago | [YT] | 267