Failing Fostering 101

There's an actual term for my feelings right now: Failing Fostering 101. Where the foster mom ends up adopting the precious rescue. I am not totally there yet, but I have to admit, since I've acknowledged these new feelings, there is a growing conviction to keep Roxy in my family. And before she came to us, I was in the process of trying to find a female basenji as a playmate for Iggy.

So why the hesitation? Because I honestly believe I've got to choose what's best for her in this whole situation.

I think my attachment is growing, though, because while I haven't mentioned this yet, Roxy developed a lump that was discovered when she went back for her final heartworm checkup. It is a lump on her chest that wasn't there even the day before. All very suspicious and we've been watching it closely.

I couldn't stand not knowing, thinking it might be something horrible, so today I took her in for a needle biopsy. It is only a lipoma--a fatty tumor. I am so relieved! But Iggy was out of sorts again that I took her away, and she was so happy to get home this afternoon. She's back on my bed watching me type. She doesn't go far from me at any time.

Perhaps, as some of the foster advisors are saying, she's choosing me. I've got some heavy thinking to do...