I would have never thought that it would be so hard to foster a dog and then have to let go of him so he can continue on with his journey to happiness. Seriously, it’s been hard to hand him over and to watch them drive off, him sitting in the passenger seat, looking at me all confused, not understand why he’s going to yet another person. I wished we could have kept him. I wished I could have given him the forever home he deserves but then again, I already have four dogs. Four German Shepherds and caring for a fifth one would have been a struggle. Caring for four is hard enough. It is time consuming. Each one wants his share of time, each one of them needs to be trained and they all need to be fed, they need shots, de-wormer and since we are in the US they will need heartworm protection as well.
While it was love from the first sight I had to let go off him. Had to get him a home where he is well cared for and where he is an only dog and getting the attention he deserves. Our house is crazy. We have a four months old puppy, a year old one that acts like another four months old, a big dane we are watching plus a bitch that isn’t good with change. While he perfectly fit in and made himself at home there was just not enough room. It was too cramped and I only agreed to foster him anyway. I agreed to make sure that he finds a good home, I just wouldn’t have thought that I let myself get attached so fast. I only had him for like a week and I balled my eyes out once they were gone. I am still balling whenever I think about him. I don’t know why I got so attached but it was love from first sight on both sides. We made a perfect fit and I truly hope that it was the right decision to let him go. I have no doubt that the Mid-Atlantic Rescue has the right home for him. He is easy going, very laid back, has a great temper, not the least bit aggressive. At least he has not shown any aggressive behavior while he was with us and that means something. If a dog can get along with mine, he’ll get along with anything.
He needs a lot of training though. Lot’s of training. It’s a shame that he’s going to get fixed because there wouldn’t be a need, not for him. But with all those BYB’s out there it’s the safest way to ensure that he won’t be bred.
Good luck, Rex. I miss you boy. May you live a wonderful life at your new home.