All ready to go in the morning. After two and a half years, tomorrow will be his last morning here and tomorrow evening will be our last together. On Wednesday I will take him to his new family, stay a while then leave him to settle in, on Thursday I will pop back and spend an hour or two with him then on Friday I will go and say "goodbye" then drive home alone.
I hate this bit of fostering; each time one moves on, a bit of my heart goes too but this one has been extra special for a variety of reasons. I hope I have given him roots and wings. Roots to feel secure and wings to fly.