Meet Bentley. I did last week, and have been thinking about him pretty much nonstop. I applied to adopt him because Bear could use a new doggie brother and I could use some happy, to be honest. I did the meet-n-greet with me, Bear and Bentley. The boys got along great and I...well...I fell in love with Bentley on the spot. I also did 2 extensive phone interviews with the rescue group that took Bentley in. They told me on Tuesday that I was a top candidate. So, as you can imagine, I had been anxiously waiting to hear from them.
I did, earlier today, and was informed that the group had chosen a home for Bentley...and it's not mine. I'm really happy for those folks and for Bentley, but...man, am I sad for not getting to be his furmom. This past week, I was different. Giddy. Smiling from ear to ear. More upbeat than I've been in a very long time. But, as those close to me reminded me...it just wasn't meant to be and the right dog will come into my life in due time. I'll be as patient as I can but...it just felt so right...like Bentley was 'my guy'. An instant connection. Ya know?