Tonight, I selected my foster dog's adopter. And it isn't me.
I have rewritten the introductory line of this post several times, struggling with how to open a critical discussion surrounding fostering and the fear of emotional attachment. So, I decided to be “human” and share both my personal emotions and the rationality behind my decision to Foster Without Failing.
I started fostering with Make A Stand Bully Rescue at 18 years old, in 2011.
I also adopted my first MAS Bully at 18 years old, in 2011.
And, if you haven’t already guessed, yes, I foster “failed” my first foster.
Research suggests that the number one reason individuals and families choose not to foster an animal is due to the fear of emotional attachment. Not only does research find this, but we, too, hear it in our daily conversations with households interested in potentially fostering:
“But what if I get attached?”
“I can’t foster, I’d adopt them all.”
“How do you let them go? How do you say, ‘goodbye’?”
I won’t sit here and tell you these aren’t legitimate concerns. Because they are. In fact, Best Friends Animal Society finds that nearly 60% of foster families report adopting at least one animal during their foster tenure.
And that is okay.
Oh, how I wish someone in my inner circle would have told me that it was “okay” to adopt my foster dog – regardless if he was my first foster or my twentieth.
Someone to eliminate that guilt and erase the negative connotation associated with “failing” at fostering. I had never “failed” at anything, before; and I had “failed” the first time I fostered.
But here’s the thing: I didn’t fail. Rather, I fell in love with the embodiment of my soul in a black and white pit bull with four legs, soft eyes, and bouncy ears.
I remember being afraid to foster again; for fear that I would fall in love with every single breathing being I welcomed into my home.
And so, I didn’t foster again until 2014.
And guess what?
I fostered for many years after that; only adopting one other foster.
It was in these “in-between” foster-turned-adoptive dogs where I learned:
- There are some fosters you will gladly help on their way home (Papaya, Farley);
- There are some fosters who will absolutely break your heart when they leave (Suri, Jackie); and
- There are some fosters whose spirit never leaves your home, while they may have left their Earthly bodies for the next adventure waiting (Diamond, Quincy).
And while you will likely say, “see you later,” to most of the fosters you welcome, you are never truly saying, “goodbye.” For these dogs leave paw prints on your heart, and impressions on your soul. They walk with you every day forward, just not always in the literal capacity. Their momentary presence in your life serves as both teacher and reminder of the lessons you didn’t realize you had yet to learn, such as forgiveness, redemption, resilience, gentleness, kindness, and love.
My very first foster dog became everything I didn’t know I needed when I opted to adopt in 2011. He became my faithful comrade and my purpose. He kept me soft in a world that sought to harden me; and kept the light on in my heart, when my mind grew dark. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that that dog saved my life, many times over and more than I care to admit.
And what a privilege it is to know that a dog I foster might provide that same level of peace and salvage to another human whom I have yet to meet.
This human-dog-connection has fueled my purpose in animal rescue, and serves as a driving force when I choose to foster: a literal reminder that my temporary decision to serve as a foster mom might literally save another “Gandhi” from imminent euthanasia and, in turn, might save another “Stephanie” from herself, as well.
So while I sit at my kitchen table tonight, listening to the snores of the bulldogs on my couch and feeling the paradoxical sadness of selecting an adoptive mom for “my girl” who isn’t me, I am equally as comforted knowing that – because I chose to foster – Jackie’s story didn’t end without a family on the backroads of rural Texas at the beginning of June and, rather, is ending her time as a beloved foster dog in my life to begin an amazing journey with a repeat adopter.
I would have loved to “fail” at this foster journey. But what a win it is to see her off – healthy, happy, and loved – to a kind and gentle family who will promise to love her as I have (and more), instead.