Time passed, and my twin sister came to visit for a few days. The first thing she said when she sat on my couch was, "Your apartment is missing something.... You need a dog." (She is a doggie mama herself- rescued a Sharpei Labrador Mix 2 years ago from Puerto Rico!) She was scrolling on Instagram, and then showed me an account called Susie Home for Senior Dogs. There was a dog on there with terminal bone cancer. She said, "Look! This dog has cancer like you! They just need someone to give it a happy life! He could be your cancer buddy."
That was when the seed was planted.
I thought for a while. My main concerns were be 1. Do I have the time to take care of a dog. & 2. Do I have the money to take care of a dog.
My responses to my concerns:
1. Yes- I do have time and a very flexible schedule- more so than a 9-to-5er. and Barney is willing to help. It is more accessible to ask for help now more than ever with these new dog walking apps. &
2. Yes. I am certainly not the richest person in the world, but I can budget. In fact, having a dog would mean I have a little creature depending on me. Adopting a dog would mean creating a future of finanical stability. Which, as an artist, I would love to have.
That being said, I submit an application to adopt this dog. I went through the process, had a phone call interview and everything.... and then sad news came. The veterinarian said dog only had about 1-6 months left to live. So the shelter and I decided it was best to keep him in with his current foster mama for the remainder of his life. It was sad, I just figured I would find another doggie for me another time!
On a random Thursday evening, the shelter calls me asking if I would like to foster a dog they pulled from the shelter. They warned me that she was very scared, shy, and sick, and just needed a quiet place to recover and get some love. I said YES, without asking any questions. She said "Great! We'll drop her off on Saturday!"
It's kind of silly and totally unreasonable now that I think of it now, but perhaps it was also just a sign that the universe had my back...? Deep down I knew it was the right thing to do.
Long story short. I am a foster parent failure. I was only supposed to keep Juliet for a few weeks until she got adopted... but when the adopting applications started coming in, I couldn't imagine my life with out her.