Last night. Both I and my daughter got a bit emotional after he'd gone. Our first foster, who nearly died a week after we got him and who was utterly adorable.
But I watched them drive off with him in the back of the station wagon, ferociously wagging his tail. His new owners will love him to bits and give him everything he needs (and some), I reckon. But of course I worry. How will he go without another dog to keep him company? With being locked outside during the day? Will they know how to train him?
I could have done more training with him than I did. But I toilet trained him, which I think was a nice gift to the new owners. And I started laying the foundations for training by tossing him the occasional treat for lying down calmly when I was busy, or in the back of the car and for walking on a loose lead, for checking on me when off leash, etc. He could sit and lie down for treats too, but I didn't make much of an effort to proof that because I could only do it if I locked Banjo out because she'd just get cranky when I gave him treats for such easy stuff!
We only cared for him for a month. Enough to get quite attached to him though. I did enjoy the peace and quiet at home last night. Our cat seemed ecstatic about him being gone. Banjo seemed a bit more settled too, though she will probably miss him when I'm out. And it was nice to just take Banjo out last night and this morning. "Just me and my dog". I do like having an only dog. We're going camping at the coast this weekend. And even though we're a bit disappointed that we couldn't take pup on his first ever beach trip, it will be so much more relaxing when I don't have to chase after him all the time.
But in 2 weeks time there's a pet expo at the RSPCA and if they don't get adopted, the rescue org will give us one of our first foster pup's sisters to take home. In hindsight it was a good experience and I look forward to a long list of dogs that we will help to find a good home. And kittens again too when the season starts.