Twiggle Part IV: Bye, bye :(

Twiggle Part IV: Bye, bye :(

Tuesday was the fateful day when Twiggle had to go back to the SPCA. I took off work early so I could go home and spend a few more hours with her. She really wanted to go out and play, which she communicated by doing this:

 

So we played for a bit and went for a walk, then I had to leave briefly to take her crate, toys and food back to the SPCA.  When I came back she had apparently decided to make a blue apron:

notice the garlic clove on the right

notice the garlic clove on the right

We spent a lot of time just snuggling on the couch until Chrissy came home and we left to go drop her off. I was prepared to be sad but I had no idea how hard it would be. Twiggle seemed really excited in the car - looking out the windows, excitedly walking around the car, etc... We'd never gone out on a trip before so she was probably excited for a new adventure.  And then we got to the SPCA. She got out and seemed ok at first, but when we got near the front door her whole demeanor changed. Her tail went as far down and between her legs as possible, and she didn't want to go in the door. We coaxed her in and soon one of the staff took her leash and walked her down the hall for a quick medical checkup. We waited by her new stall for her to finish up, and when the door opened she stopped and obviously didn't want to come in. I had to go over and coax her in, at which point the staff member led her in the stall. 

I gave her a peanut butter kong and a blanket she liked, which I hoped would make things a bit easier. She looked at the kong for a second and then turned towards us and started whining. She stood up at the glass door and looked at us, making the most awful sad noises, and all we could do was walk away. I couldn't honestly tell you the last time I cried (10 years ago? 20?), but I couldn't take this. I felt like I'd just betrayed a truly innocent creature who just recently showed that she trusted me and was becoming happy. Just 30 minutes before this we were playing and snuggling on the couch and now she was going back to a cage she never wanted to see again. And all I could do was turn my back and walk away. 

I know it's all for the best and she'll find a wonderful home (she better), but I now fully understand why there are so many "foster failures" in this business. There's nothing worse than bonding with a sweet animal, earning their trust, and then crushing their spirit. 

Good bye and good luck, Twiggle. You're the best and will not be forgotten.

 

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Ricky Raccoon

Ricky Raccoon

Twiggle: Part III

Twiggle: Part III