Weight: 1.3 lb
Method of Disposal: Recycling the Remains
It has been a little over 24 hours since Strelka started her trial period. I left her last night with a wonderful, sweet, thoughtful woman who had clearly been doing her research. I did not say an emotional goodbye, partly because I was sick and partially because it is a trial. The woman is not sure if she is ready for a baby (as opposed to an adult), but she wanted to give it a shot since she had already fallen in love with Strelka. Part of me thinks she will give her back to me because of this, and the other part of me cannot imagine that she could live with that little girl without falling in love. If she decides to keep her, I might just need to see her one last time. I have been thinking about her all day.
In a different time, in a different place, she would be mine. I am smitten with her silliness. Her langley, clumsy legs. The way she rests her head on my chest and stares at me while I read. The way she gets so excited to see someone and then acts as if she is startled by her own enthusiasm and playfully backs off. She is such a flirt. I really hope it works out with this woman, because I cannot give this girl the life she deserves. Oh how I wish I could. If not, we will keep searching until we find the perfect home.
Strelka did not destroy books, except for this insignificant one. I think Leda gave her the idea. This was one that had a little chewing around the edges. She was being trained by the last foster, the book-eating adorable little beagle mix, who is having the time of her life by the way.