Today was this Foster momma’s soft introduction to final goodbyes. Adventurer was technically my first goodbye, but she’ll likely be back. Just here for a week on respite, little Sweetpea likely won’t be. I’ll miss her grunty little giggle most, but also her fascination with light and the way her sleepy head fit so perfectly over my heartbeat.
I am soul-deep thankful that my first actual “goodbye” was a best-case scenario with the time known from the start. There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to pick up all of the toys from where she left them just yet, though, probably the same part of me that found her sock in a shirt sleeve when hanging the laundry to dry.