After a lengthy application process we went to visit this little guy Saturday. We had hoped to visit him a month ago, but Paul’s aunt died and the funeral was the same day. The next opportunity was last Saturday. Paul had a trip for business, but he changed his flight and we drove across the state to meet Jet.
Minutes before we arrived another couple came and said they would take him. Because I wanted to meet Jet before committing to adopt, the rescue refused to give us any preference.
This, despite the fact that we had been trying to meet him since mid-October, that Paul had changed his flight and that we drove over two hours.
“First come. First served.” Is what the rescue…I don’t know his title…told us. That’s their process for twelve years he also said and they’re sticking with it. That’s great for hamburgers, or donuts, but we’re talking about a living creature,
as well as our children, who all fell in love with this funny little dog.
We’re all sad and disappointed. Unfairness in the name of perfect fairness is such a drag. We have cried and prayed and I have written several emails. Last night, Eden said, “How about we be thankful for what we DO have: Jackie Boy.”
We are learning to choose gratitude and hope, in the midst of loss.
This is our lament.
