Alas! Parting is such sweet sorrow.
The good Lord above guided me to a family who was interested in little Motor
It was especially touching as I was waiting in my vehicle for the family to come pick him up. I was giving him some pets and saying my farewell. I think he could detect the sadness that was creeping up, as he started gently headbutting my hand and showing a little more affection than usual, as if he was saying, "It's OK, Mommy."
That is where fostering animals is bittersweet. You are thrilled to get them a forever home, but an attachment definitely forms. This was especially true in my case, as the Lord enabled me to help raise Motor and his siblings from the day they were born. I wonder what it is like for persons who foster children...
Anyway, we only have one baby left! He is definitely our most active boy. He is a weirdo too. He chases his own tail, wedges himself between pillows, and treats the litter box like it is a sandbox--but somehow does not make a mess. He also has a thing for sleeping on legs and has the cutest little meow. Lord willing, the right people will come soon.
