That's how I looked on that first night Momma and I met. See, by then I had been at my foster home for five months. I was all healed up and ready to find my furever home. A family was going to adopt me, but then they changed their minds at the last minute. I started hearing my foster parents talk about "maybe we should foster fail," but I told them I KNEW there was a home out there for me.
So when I heard my foster dad talk about a lady who was looking for a cat-friendly dog, my ears perked right up. I told him, "That's me! I'm everything-friendly!" They called her up and set up a meet & greet. I was soooooo nervous. I practiced smiling in the mirror, and I had my foster mom brush my furs out until I looked perfect. I put on a bright blue scarf and sat like a perfect gentleman at the doorstep. And then...
This lady opened the door, and I knew right away that she was MY MOMMA!! I was so excited, I gave her a great big kiss. She laughed and hugged me, and I knew she could feel it too. She brought me inside and introduced me to the kitties and asked a bunch of questions about me, but we both knew it was just a formality by then. Before long, she asked me if I'd like to stay with her furever. I kissed her ear and told her OF COURSE!
So four years ago TODAY, I came to my new home. Momma gave me my own ID tag that said "Casey" and told me that was my new name. I said, "Duh, of course it is. I don't know why my foster parents were calling me that other thing." And she laughed and hugged me some more. We do that a lot.
I loves my momma SO much, and we're a pawfect family. Happy Gotcha Day, Momma. You may have gotten me, but I got you too!
PeeS: Thank you to everyone who helped with LBR's big 12-12-12 fundraiser yesterday! They'll finish totaling everything up today, and I'll let you know how much we raised! Oh, and if you missed it, I'll accept entries to my 12-12-12 contest through 5pm Friday!