Heartbreak

My new home didn't work out. It was nobody's fault. Not mine, not my person's. My person got very, very sick. My person couldn't take care of herself, let alone me. I would have helped if I could, but I'm a dog. Dogs can cheer up sick people, but they can't take care of a person.

As heartbreaking as it was, the best thing I could do for my person was to return to BlueMoon and try to find myself a new forever home. My original foster family took me back. Again, they would love to adopt me, but their dog will not allow it.

Because of the resident dog's intolerance, I'm going to see if I can bunk with Molly and Zorro. They have been out to meet me at my foster home. Later this week I'll be heading to their house. If Zorro and I get along, that's where I'll be living.

It must seem as if I've had a pretty unlucky life. I disagree. I've had two families that have loved me dearly as their forever dog. I have a wonderful foster family that loves me, and who is sending me to another foster family because they think I would be happier there. I know that I will always have a place to stay and people to love me. I will continue to search for a forever home.