I feel guilty for looking so happy. I am an only dog once again.
We started out fostering little Oliver and then grew to love him so we wanted to adopt him forever. Turns out that I didn't really understand what that meant. It meant all sorts of things I hadn't considered, most of which is how it impacted my kitties. Oliver and I played and played and played. I admit I got him all stirred up. It created chaos.
Oliver is just about the same size as Nigel, so he could get through every cat door so my kitties had no escape once I stirred him up.
He is now safely back with his rescuers. They love him and will make sure he gets a wonderful forever home. I'm proud of my few weeks of fostering the little guy. I showed him everything I know. I helped him with housebreaking and walking on a leash. We let him know he is a good boy who deserves the best.
It just won't be with us.