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The Right Foster Home vs. My Sanity

We are working so hard and somewhat successfully to acquire wonderful foster homes so we can spread the hard work of caring for rescued Shelties and Collies across many people and many homes.  So now, thanks primarily to the hard work of SRU’s Foster Administrator, Shannon Tew, who is an ace organizer and asks excellent questions, delves deep and comprehensively evaluates foster homes, we have some great foster homes.  (I need a photo of Shannon to share with everyone.)
The next step, which seems to be really hard, is to determine which of our rescues is a good fit for which of our foster homes.  I’m not sure why but this seems to be a really difficult step to take.  Well, I can identify some reasons for this.  I’m reluctant to move the Shelties that haven’t yet been evaluated by our vet, given needed dentals, or haven’t yet received other medical work they might need.  I think this artificial barrier of my own creation is something I’m holding onto out of anxiety over the Shelties and a sense that maybe I need firsthand knowledge of what medical needs they have.  The anxiety is, right now, over a pair of 10 year old girls who are finally getting comfortable here.  They were both understandably pretty sad to start with and I worry about them going through that again.  Both girls are overweight but starting to lose weight with a special diet and measured amounts of food. One has developed an itchy skin that’s led to her pulling out the hair along her sides.  She’s now wearing a coat to prevent that but I’ve got to work out the real problem.  Many foster parents are fine with taking their foster kid to the vet’s office as needed.  This would free up even more time for me.  Not only fewer dogs in the house but fewer vet visits to eat up my days.

This is starting to sound pretty good because lately my sanity, or what’s left of it, seems to be dwindling even further.  I’ve bypassed many regular doctor visits because I was too busy.  Now that I’m trying to fix that by playing catch-up I’m surprised by how much time I need for my own medical visits. I can’t allow this to happen again otherwise I won’t be able to help let alone rescue anything.

I worry that I’ll be another victim of burnout and I don’t want that to happen.  Any rescue person knows that the numbers to be rescued are far greater than the numbers of rescuers and their resources.

On the other hand, for each rescue that could potentially go into a foster home I worry and fret and continue to keep them with me.

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