Jora was a very special foster dog. The last time I saw her I was
sad weepy nostalgic pathetic emotional a complete wreck. I had to admit to myself, I adore this dog. She wiggled into my home despite my “no puppies allowed” rule. And truly, she grew up with me. Jora had more meet and greets than any other dog, yet none ever panned out into the right fit for her. She was looked over since she was a scrappy pup of only four months old. After a handful of meet and greets, a two hour adoption, and a trial adoptive home that decided not to keep her; I was stunned time and time again that these people did not see what I saw. I was heartbroken that she didn’t have ‘her people’- the ones that would love her as much as I do, but more. I knew she would find them, but I was becoming impatient, confused, torn, and sad for her. I wanted to yell to the world, “This dog is amazing and you’re missing out! It’s your LOSS!” But I kept it in and tried to be patient. The hardest part, was loving her so much. I wanted her to feel the difference between foster love, and forever love. I wanted someone to look into her eyes and say, “You will be with me for the rest of your days. Your troubles are now my troubles. I will be here for you, and never leave you. I promise- I will never leave you. You are not ‘homeless’ anymore. You are mine. And I am yours.” And sometimes, I wanted to be the one to say that to her.
This is the lifelong struggle of a foster mom. I battle with this every time I allow a dog to feel love, often times their first love, but I call it temporary. Sometimes it hurts more than others. And with Jora, I just felt that she was so deserving and ready. I wanted her to be home.
My dad was quite smitten by her as well. To
paraphrase very accurately quote him, “Jora, we’re not allowing any more living things in this house. None! But if we were, I would let you stay.” Leroy and Jora had an amazing bond as well. She followed him around, played, snuggled, learned, and loved. And for as amazingly tolerant as Leroy was with all of her puppy antics and instance on playing for 10 hours every day, he really loved her right back.
But as it always happens with patience and a deserving dog, we got an email for Jora. And this one was the one. ❤ Yes, I am happy to announce that Jora has finally found her forever home. One of the most special dogs that I’ve ever known is officially adopted. And on top of that, I think that she finally found the most perfect home that will love and appreciate her for all she has to offer. When you have an adoption where everything just clicks, it’s as if the two souls were just waiting to find each other until the right moment in time.
Congratulations Jora, you finally got your turn. I will love you forever my little Peanut ♥