“I don’t know how you do it. If I fostered I would keep them all.”
This is a phrase I hear all the time when I talk about fostering. It’s one of the most used excuses for not wanting to foster, in my experience at least. I’ll explain later how I do it, but I thought I’d show you why I do it:
This is Ava, my six year old calico that I rescued while living in St. Louis. She was six months old when I found her, staring at me from a cage in a local PetSmart. She was the first cat I saw, and I knew instantly that we were made for each other. Beside her is Stryker, my one and only “failed foster.” He spent the first six months of his life fending for himself on the streets. He only came into my home by chance – I had another foster driving Ava crazy, so I asked if I could bring in another foster to distract from Ava. He took 45 minutes to get into a carrier (and 4 people); spent two days living under my bed; day three, I called the president of the rescue I was fostering for and told her this cat was mine. Both Ava and I knew he was the one to expand our family.
Ava and Stryker are why I foster. If someone had not rescued them, I would not have my furry little family. Now that I am in the position to do so, I want to give back. I want to make sure everyone gets their Ava and Stryker.
“How do you do it? How do you let go?”
Letting go is the best part of fostering. Bonding with your fosters is common, especially when you get those special cases – the shy cats, the ones brought back from the brink of death. However, as a foster, you get to watch that cat create a bond with a potential adopter. It’s generally an instant connection – you will see it in the face of both the cat and the adopter. “That’s the one for me.” Just like when I saw Ava, an adopter will meet your foster and say “that’s my new family member.”
Letting go is the best part of fostering. As much as I have loved many of my fosters, I love creating the moment I had with my Ava and Stryker.
This is why I foster, and this is how I let go. Below are my four current fosters. If I hadn't let the previous fosters go on to their forever homes, these cats could not of been saved:
Becky, 1 year, shy around strangers, I’ve been the last 9 months working with her She spent the first six months of her life outside with her mom and siblings. She came in deemed as “feral,” but after a lot of trust building, wants nothing more than to be pet.
Pepsi spent her first week with us hiding in a wall. She came from a hoarding situation and had very little contact with humans. Now she’s sweet, playful, and will do anything for pets.
Claudia is a little nervous nelly. She doesn’t quite know how to react to changes in her environment, but is good at following the cues from other cats. Once she trusts you, she is an absolute sweetheart who will follow your hand to ensure you can easily pet her.
Wendall is quite the homebody. Every day after work, he greets his foster mom with a hug.
These are my fosters, and just a few of the many cats in our system looking for a forever home. Until then, they will remain much loved guests in the home of myself, Ava and Stryker. I foster so that these four cats, and the many others who have been guests in my home, have the chance for a better life.
-Diana, foster mom for 2 years, co-founder of Broken Tail Rescue