a memorable experience.

I want to share my perspective on fostering a dog. It was a feeling of triumph of persuading my parents to let us foster a dog. I’m still working on adopting one, but baby steps.

Buddy was so sweet. An excellent dog. I already knew he wouldn’t live with us forever, and it was sad at first but then I thought I wouldn’t get super attached. Buddy made that very hard.

He soon got the idea that I was his master. He followed me all the time — whenever I went to the bathroom he would wait outside, and whenever I fed the other pets in my room, he wasn’t allowed because he might eat them, but he whimpered and banged at the doorknob with his nose.

Whenever he was in a dead sleep and I left the room, he would hop up and run after me.

The last morning of his stay with us I was in my room with him and I wanted to journal about the moment, but it was very hard because whenever I stopped petting him he nudged me so my handwriting was very messy.

Buddy loved Albus (my bearded dragon). By “loved” I mean “wanted to eat.” Several times when I was in my room with Buddy, Albus would move and Buddy jumped up and scratched at the tank and bit it trying frantically to get in. Poor Albus just stared and scurried off. Those were some of the few times I was angry at Buddy. I would say, “bad dog,” but then he stared up at me with his melting eyes and I forgave him.

Being so close to Buddy you can imagine how hard it was to part with him. My heart ached and still does. I didn’t go to drop him of because I just couldn’t. I miss him so much but I am so thankful that we could give him a home for a little while and give him plenty of attention.

I will always love him.