Today is the fourth anniversary of getting my first foster! I had been on the foster list a few weeks but all my potentials had fallen through (we did things differently then). Finally, on March 25th, 2013 I drove to a far corner of the city and picked up sweet, soft grey, Luke. Luke wasn’t doing well in our partner store and had stopped eating. I only had him about three weeks before he was adopted. He was almost returned for “peeing issues” but was re-homed within his adopter’s family and was very happy as an only cat.
Since then, including the Flowers, I’ve had 86 foster cats or kittens! Looking back, I only had seven in the first year. Of course, that was when I thought I could only manage one at a time. Hahahahahahahahahahaha! Since January 1st of this year, again including the Flowers, I’ve had 13.
Of the 86, only five were seniors! It feels like a lot more than that. 61 were a year or less. So it would seem I come close to reflecting the statistics of the organization as a whole or at least our intake from Toronto Animal Services.
My first senior with health issues was my third foster (Xavi) and I thought that was it. But she was adopted less than a month after being posted! I had my first bottle feeders (the Author kittens) a year after I started. Cute, but OH! the work. My most “famous” was Baxter who was the 350th (their goal) adoption at Toronto’s first Mega Adoptathon event. And of course there was my first (and thankfully so far only) emergency run with poor Leah. I’m extremely grateful that I haven’t lost any fosters in my direct care, though I’ve had two pass away after being adopted and poor Jellybean before he had a chance to be adopted.
Four rewarding years! Don’t get me wrong; it certainly hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows. There have been tough times, nail-biting times, frustrating times. My favourite jug was broken by a foster. But there have also been heart-melting times, joyous times, belly laugh times, and a whole heck of a lot of cute! Much as they grumble and posture, I think it’s mostly good for the resident cats, too.
So I’ll continue to step up when needed and I’ll risk my heart and we’ll keep at it.