Tucker is back home from the SICSA adoption center (http://www.sicsa.org/). I don't know how many kittens and cats were adopted this weekend. I only know Tucker was not among them. He didn't seem to have much of a chance with the number of other black and white kittens also waiting for homes. I'm disappointed but relieved at the same time. I'm relieved because he's still here with me and I can love him for a little while longer, but I'm disappointed because he and I will have to go through the separation all over again next Saturday. It might have been easier on both of us had a forever family adopted him today. I'm sure there's one out there waiting for a feisty little boy kitty to love. I simply don't know when a family will come for him.
I do know my prayers were answered though. There is a ritual I go through with every single animal I offer for adoption. I always pray the most needy among the animals at the center be adopted first, even if that means I have to make numerous trips there and say goodbye many times over before mine are adopted. My reasoning is this: I don't know what dire situations the others might have faced or how emotionally damaged they may have become from their ordeals. I know there are many who desperately need someone to love them. I also know the ones I foster are safe and loved here with me, so I figure we can wait for our turns.