- 4 years ago
- Wedding: January 2013 - Harbourfront Grand Hall
I have been a cat foster for about 7 months now, I usually have 5-7 fosters at a time. We have had absolutely no problems fostering until the last month….
The first incident was that I came home from work and couldn’t find 2 of my fosters, after Darling Husband got home we found that they had died in some freak accident (I won’t go into details because I don’t want to upset anyone). This was horrible, I cried the entire weekend, couldn’t stop going to check on the remaining fosters 24/7, etc.
I finally got over that, and we brought some additional fosters home, then one got deathly ill following his spay surgery. I brought him to the vet thinking he would have to be put down because he was just so sickly. Well, the vet worked a miracle and he is better now but the vet said to keep him in isolation for an additional 2 days to keep the other cats safe and healthy.
I was doing as the vet said, keeping him in isolation in our basement bathroom. I should note this bathroom has about 2 inches space between the floor and the walls because it’s in our basement and the basement use to flood with just a tiny bit of water so everything was built up an inch or more off the floor by the previous owners. My Darling Husband went to give the cat dinner last night, came running up stairs saying he needed my help because the cat had tried to escape and in doing so got his head stuck between the wall and the floor. When I got down there the cat was shaking and obviously scared, my husband had to pry the wall apart for me to get the cats head out. He hadn’t been that way very long, and he came out miraculously unscathed! But I keep thinking what if that happened while we were at work? What if I had come home and found him like that and Darling Husband wasn’t home yet? I wouldn’t have been able to pry the wall apart myself!
I seriously feel like I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop and to have another catastrophe with another foster cat. It has gotten to the point where I make my Darling Husband go check on them first thing in the morning because I am afraid of what I will find. I don’t want to be the one that was responsible for them if something happens. But at the same time I know I’m doing a good thing, helping these cats and I don’t want to be another person that gives up on them. I’m so stressed and I spent all last night crying thinking about the “what ifs” with that kitten who almost killed himself after being nursed back to health after being so sick!
So I guess my question to any other fosters is, how did/does fostering go for you? Have you had anything bad happen? If you stopped fostering, what were the circumstances that you stopped under? And whether you do or don’t foster, what do you think I should do? Quit fostering or keep going?
Thank you, Thank You, Thank you in advance for your response and for reading this novel, I could really use some perspective on this.