Yesterday I wrote about the completely miserable experience of dropping my dog off at an animal shelter, since my mom’s illness and my life no longer permitted his presence.

He only spent one night there. The family that took my cat (which was also miserable, but at least I knew she was going to a good home and just had to pass her off, rather than leave her behind) went and adopted him today.

I have cried more in the past two days (first of sadness, now of joy) than I’d ever want to. I will never be able to repay these people. They don’t even know me. Well, the oldest son knows me (he is my best friend / roommate’s boyfriend) but we’re not exactly best buddies. But the people, his parents, who are essentially paying to house and feed my precious furballs, have never met me before. I don’t know that they ever will (though I do have an open invite to visit both pets anytime). But they have officially made me (and the handful of people that were trying VERY hard to find a home for my dog) a very happy person.