My foster dog, Ana, may leave me tomorrow to be with her new forever home.  I knew it was coming, but I’d hoped to have another week with her at least.  

I am going to miss that sweet, slobbery face that is so happy to see me when I come home she practically licks my skin off.  And I will miss the way she nestles up against me at night to sleep like I am her one safe place in the whole world.  She is a wonderful, charming dog, with the table manners of a duchess and the snoring habit of an elderly asthmatic. I am going to miss the pants off of her. 

It’s a testament to the breed that the sweetest dog I’ve ever met, or had the privilege of knowing on a deeper level, is a pit bull.  They are beautiful creatures.  And I am hopefully not going to cry tomorrow.