I will start by saying that I’m sure tiny Jett went to a well-screened, perfectly wonderful forever home, and I’m ultimately glad about that.
I really, really, REALLY hate how this one went down, and we are recommitted now to never ever letting this happen this way again.
As I just wrote that, I just had an epiphany about myself and fostering. It is totally not all about the kittens. Part of what I love and what is important to me isn’t just raising great kittens – it’s about placing them with people who are right for them, and vice versa. It’s about the people, too. That’s why when my dear friend Les wasn’t sure about a kitten, but I just knew “Nostache” was extra special, and needed someone just right, I let her know, and she came to meet him, and now she has the wonderful Eckersley – because I was right.
Anyway, I met Jett’s people at Petsmart while I was visiting yesterday. They adored her, and she picked them. She nursed on their fingers, and lovied them up like she hadn’t done for anyone else. They had visited three times that week, and although she had had an allergic reaction, they were working out ways to make it work because, she picked them, and wormed her tiny black body into their hearts, and sunk her claws in deep. We sat together for 2 hours yesterday. It was awesome. I wanted them to have her SO BAD! They called the rescue coordinator about 4 times while we were together, leaving messages. I left there without knowing if it would work out, but hoping, and they had my info for hopeful future updates. Continue reading
