A day came for my daughter to perform a home inspection for a prospective pet owner. They were interested in adopting Gimme. Back at home, we didn't realize that we might not see him again. D2 brought him to their house, observed the interactions, recognized that by all visible indications this was a healthy and happy environment. The decision was made that they could begin fostering the puppy immediately, and possibly all the way until the time they can complete the adoption.
It's a life lesson that I have been taught over and over. You don't know when someone (even a puppy) is going to move away or otherwise be taken out of your life. In my case, I'm just talking about a puppy, but I know you have experienced this lesson at a more significant level. We do not always have the opportunity to process a goodbye.
I wish I could have spent more time taking pics, writing and visiting blogs last week. I was under unusual pressure from the convergence of a dental emergency plus 3 to 4 weeks of cramming for a presentation/debate where I was to be the underdog. Everything seems to have turned out okay though.
D2 saw him at the animal clinic. Look at how big he's gotten! His new foster family will most likely adopt him, and by all accounts they're going to provide a great home. They have named him "Diesel." I like it.