Nena, the only girl, left on Friday August 22nd. Ochoa left the next day, Saturday August 23rd. Little Sneijder, whose plans for adoption had fallen through, found the absolute most perfect home for him.
|Cor saying goodbye to |
Sneijder just before we
brought him to
his new home.
And now the house feels sad... and quiet.
Those three babies, hard work and all, were little bundles of joy that left empty spaces impossible to fill. Yes, it's great to know they all found excellent families, that they'll be happy, and spoiled (two get to sleep on the bed with their humans!), and healthy, and well-fed, and well-exercised, and--above all--loved to bits. Yes, I feel good about seeing them go, that they lived, and thrived enough under my care, to get to go.
But it's still away. It's goodbye. And the holes they leave behind are physical space I can't ignore. And neither can Duncan, who had taken on the role of surrogate dad.
Happy lives, little ones. Happy, happy lives.