One of the ways my parents give back is to foster dogs for the Humane Society. We have them as guests in our home for anywhere from a few days to several months at a time. It's one of the greatest things to see their lives change in the short time that we have them. And while I don't live there anymore, I make it a point to stop by several times a week. (It's a great way for Josie to socialize and play while I get a free dinner.) So I get attached to them and while it's hard to give them up, it's nice to know that we made their waiting period that much easier.
Our most recent foster was Jack, a white little Lhasa. He was a sweetie and got along with the "pack" really well. Of all the dogs, he was easily to most laid back. And all that fur made him an excellent cuddle companion.
He was one of the dogs to be shown at a Humane Society event yesterday. Dad and I went to visit him and when we saw that he had yet to be adopted threatened to drive our car over to the shelter to get him ourselves. However, by the end of the day, his little tag on the website said "adopted" and we could breathe with relief. Because while we don't have room for every dog out there, it's nice to know that we changed one dog's life.
I wish Jack all the best with his new family.