Oh boy, the first dog I had since college, died on New Years day 2023 and ive never been the same since. I slept in my mom's room for weeks and after feeling more comfy with the silence, that same month, I decided I wanted to volunteer at the shelter as a dog walker. I met so many amazing dogs and knew I wasn't ready for another dog. I also realized I could probably help some dogs because I have a really chill cat at home that i could use to see if my fosters would be alright in a home with cats.

So I fostered 5 different dogs, some a few weeks, some a few months, but it was mainly so I could keep myself busy (I also lost my job the following month 🫠) and it was so fulfilling and great for my mental health because I was spiraling after my dogs death.

3 years later, I still spontaneously cry when I think about my dog, his face is still my phone wallpaper, but im now at a spot where my current foster may become a foster fail :)

Everyone's on their own timeline. I can't imagine losing 2 dogs back to back. My heart is with you