She got picked up 50 minutes ago and I haven’t stopped crying. I can’t go upstairs because she isn’t there and it’s breaking my heart. All of her toys and bed are there and I can’t bring myself to move them but seeing them is making me so sad.
I know this is a happy situation, and I am so happy for her. But I am first of all worrying about her because she was so scared when I put her in her crate and handed her over, she hid under her blankets. Even though she’s going to a brilliant home and will have a great life, she doesn’t know that in this moment and right now is feeling scared, stressed and confused. And I hate knowing that she’s feeling like that.
Also I will miss her so much. I don’t think I can do this again. It’s my first foster and I feel genuine grief right now. Has anyone fostered before and felt like this? Or can anyone just offer a hand hold and some nice words? 😭