Yesterday I received a phone call from the lady who adopted my first ever foster dog, Misty, who is on the right in the picture. She just rang me for a chat, an update and to see how I was, how lovely is that?
It’s been six years since I started fostering. I had enquired at different rescues but didn’t get a response so I posted on a more general rescue site. A lovely bubbly lady rang me back and I told her that I had almost given up. ‘Right’ she said ‘I’ll prove that I’m serious, I have a sweetheart here who needs a foster mum and I’ll transport her to you tomorrow’.
Tomorrow? Gulp………ok then, lets do it!
Just like she said Misty arrived the very next day. There was a small formality of a home check and some papers to sign but when that was done she handed over a beautiful Cocker Spaniel/ Jack Russell called Misty and I was a foster mum!
I was at a crossroads in my life and needed a purpose. I had given up a stressful job, my daughter had moved into her own home and I felt lost.
With Misty staying, I felt needed again, the rescue community were a friendly lot and the exercise did me the World of good. I had found that purpose I needed so much.
So, I always say that Misty rescued me!