I contacted my adoption agency yesterday to let them know about Fleur, and while they were commiserating with me about Fleur, I asked them to be on the lookout for a greyhound which had the wonderful characteristics of Power. Monica said that she was fostering a wonderful female named Strike Force Hero! This female is red fawn, and 3 years old, is cat safe, and likes people! Monica says that she's a quiet lady and very sweet. Monica says that she has a foster mom coming my way this weekend to visit her daughter in Albuquerque, and is willing to transport this female so that I can keep her for the weekend to see if she is compatible with my family. (This seems like it is meant to be!) The distance to the adoption agency would be 450 miles, but lo and behold, there is an adoption
foster mother coming right by my doorstep!
I am going through so many emotions right now, and am wondering if it's fair to my memories of Fleur to even allow this greyhound to come visit and/or possibly stay in our home! After all, I cannot talk about Fleur with out tears, and Power hash't eaten since Fleur died! I haven't washed the blanket that I carried Fleur on (She eliminated on it). I haven't finished cleaning up the little bit of fecal stain on the door frame of my car, and I haven't washed the blanket that she laid on in my work office at the state park!
It's a slow process trying to get through the death of Fleur, and I know that I'm probably rushing to get another greyhound to have something new and fresh to concentrate on rather than going through the very empty feeling that is all I can feel when I am thinking about not having her to rub on the head when she puts her head in my lap, or looking on the sofa to see if she is taking up more than her half of the sofa. Or, wondering if she is stealing Power's food again! Or scolding her for growling at the cat, Chica! Today, I waited for her to jump down out of the car, after Power jumped down, and how shocked I was to realize that she wasn't there to come out of the car!
So, regardless of all my moroseness and grief this dog needs home, and so tomorrow the lady will drop her off for the weekend!
Pictures coming tomorrow!