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Rescue. Rehabilitate. Rehome.
I wish it was easy. I wish I could tell you that fostering is all fun, and excitement and puppy cuddles.
But fostering dogs is hard. It's mending broken hearts, from those who have been adandoned.
It's cleaning up countless messes from those who have never been inside, or who were made to live in their own faeces.
It's hours of work to gain the trust of a stray, so they can be helped.
It's rehabbing dogs who had been given up on, who would have been euthanized if you didn't make room in your already busy and overcrowded house.
It's muzzle training, behaviour modification and trust building.
It's realising that you can't save them all, and for every foster you have, there are 10 still waiting on death row.
It takes a toll on you. Financially, but even more so emotionally.
Every happy moment is momentarily shadowed by sadness.
When you see a dog you have put hours into, you stepped up to help when no one else would, now able to safely be apart of a human society?
When you see that dog, who was once so terrified of people, now confidently greeting their new family for the first time.
When you see that dog, who came to you for dog aggression, happily play with another.
When you see that dog, once so excitable and uncontrollable, heel calmly past children and cars and dogs.
When you see that dog, achieve these things, boy it makes your heart swell with pride.
But now, your job is almost done, it's time for them to move on, and your heart will shatter.
You will cry.
You will feel lost and empty.
The silence replacing the sound of paws on the floorboards will become unbearably loud.
And then, there will be another. Another lost, lonely baby needing someone to mend their broken heart. And you will welcome them with open arms. Because as you mend their heart, they will mend yours #fosterdogPoppy