On the past Saturday, September 8th, Hannah started her trip north to her forever home. My friend Kim and I made our way to the GPA Indianapolis picnic where we were meeting up with the folks from the Greyhound Alliance to make the handoff.
I didn't have too many good pictures of Hannah, so when they wanted to take a picture of us, I jumped at the opportunity. I immediately felt better when they had a gorgeous orange collar, complete with identification tags, ready to put on my girl. Time to say good bye came way too soon. I haven't cried over too many of my fosters, but I bawled like a baby over Hannah. In public too. She is a very special girl.
Hannah meeting her new momma. This lady adopts seniors and special needs dogs. Of course, Hannah thinks she is neither one of those. She is a spunky ole gal, doesn't know she is 10 years old.
It was a bittersweet moment for me, that for sure. Yesterday, I finally brought myself to wash her bed (folded up comforter) that she always laid on. I still find myself looking for her when I do the head count. I know she is in good hands, but dang, I miss that dog.