I may end up having to take the foster kittens to the shelter, as no one seems interested in adopting them in spite of my efforts to find them a good home, and I really don't want to do that.
I really can't keep them much longer.
They're getting into too much mischief: every time I go into the bathroom where I've been keeping them, I walk into a war zone - in spite of putting everything away that could be a potential hazard to them, or if it's something I don't want to get ruined. Cleaning up after them has taken its toll on my back from all the cleaning & bending & twisting I've been having to do. I've been to the chiropractor about 8 times in the past month since I've had them to get adjusted: I feel okay for a day or so, then end up all crippled up again - ruining the work the chiropractor just did on me.
I keep telling myself that I'm just having a rough day, and I'll feel better tomorrow, but the next day I'm not any better. It's breaking my heart knowing that I might have to surrender those precious, adorable kittens to the shelter.
I don't think I'll ever foster again: it's just too emotionally draining. I don't have the stomach for it.
I don't think I'll ever foster again: it's just too emotionally draining. I don't have the stomach for it.