Foster homes are vitally important to Good Mews. Especially during kitten season. Today’s guest blogger is Pam Donald who is a frequent foster parent for the shelter.
When I tell people that I do fostering for Good Mews, they always ask me the same question: ‘How do you do it?’ They aren’t asking for a step-by-step guide. What they mean is, ‘How can you let them go?’
Fostering isn’t an easy job. It’s stressful, it’s messy, and it’s plain hard work. There’s the shredded carpet, the endless loads of laundry, the missed vacations, the struggle to get tiny pills into even tinier mouths, the terrified visits to the vet in your pajamas. There are the days when, between the kittens and your fulltime job and your own family obligations, you suddenly notice that it’s midnight and you can’t remember sitting down at all that day, not even for five minutes.
But is it worth it? Of course! The kittens love us and we love them. When you open that door and see their faces light up as they run toward you, all of the frustration and exhaustion just disappears. Every kitten is perfect. When you’re lonely, they climb in your lap and snuggle with you. When you’re down, they leap and romp and make you laugh. When you’re sad, they purr and lick your face and tell you everything will be all right. You love them all, and you love them too much.
So how can you let them go? You have faith. You have faith that even though seeing your babies in that little cage in Intake breaks your heart, the other volunteers will coo at them and cuddle them and make them feel better. You have faith that the adoption counselors will be strong and careful and wise, and make sure your babies go to wonderful homes. You have faith that even though there are terrible people in the world, the families who adopt your babies will be kind and loving and good. You have faith that all of your kittens will be safe, happy, healthy and loved all of their lives.
As an animal lover, when I hear stories about animals being neglected, hurt or abused, I often imagine that I rush in to save them. In my fantasy, I know Kung Fu. I dazzle those evil abusers with my Matrix moves, kick them right into the waiting arms of the police, and whisk the animals away. Right then and there I make a promise to those animals that from now on, they will be safe, happy, healthy and loved.
As foster parents, this is what we do every day. And we don’t even need to know Kung Fu.
Good Mews is always in need of foster homes for litter of kittens as well as adult cats who need additional socialization or are recovering from surgery. If you are interested, leave a comment and someone will be in touch!