To follow Olive's Story from the beginning:
It happened quick. Quicker than IDOG likes for it to happen. BUT you my readers inquired about this girl in droves. You filled out applications, donated money & overwhelmed the system. You Tweeted, IG'd & Facebooked her picture to the ends of the earth. YOU found this sweet girl a home.
This past Thursday when the meeting was set for Olive to go to her new home, I did one of those ugly cries in the shower. I. Could. Not. Stop. Crying. I felt so much guilt. I felt like I was abandoning her. I felt like I had finally started to gain her trust & I was going to leave her. I was literally sick.
Then Friday came. It was a miserable day. I watched the clock. I paced. I tried to stay busy. I packed her a bag of her new favorite things & loaded up the car.
Can I just say that what happened next was nothing short of a gift. When we got to her new "home", Olive walked in & made herself right at home. I was astonished. She fit right in like a missing puzzle piece. In fact, when I turned to leave, she did not even follow me out. She looked me in the eye & smiled her trademark smile. She was telling me that my job was done.
And it was.
Please consider donating or volunteering with IDOG. They are an international organization. They do good work. I can vouch. So can Olive.
PS. Due to privacy issues, details of Olive's new home can not be disclosed.
And they all lived Happily Ever After