Wickie

Last Thursday I took Wickie over to meet a new foster who wanted to take care of her for a few days to see how it would go. Saturday morning I got this email:

Well, we held out for almost 3 days until Ron decided we wanted to adopt Wicket. How long did YOU think it would take?

Answer: not long, actually. I'm surprised it took them 3 days. So, after 8 months, 2 surgeries, some unfortunate hairstyles and lots of cuddle therapy, my little Wicket has a new family. And because I'm a teeny tiny bit hormonal at the moment, I might have cried a little. Just a little.