On fostering

This was posted by someone over in a lab forum that I hang out in

I am the bridge between what was and what can be.
I am the pathway to a new life.
I am made of mush, because my heart melted when I saw you
Matted and sore, limping, depressed, lonely, unwanted, afraid to love.
For one little time you are mine. I will feed you with my own hand
I will love you with my whole heart, I will make you whole.
I am made of steel
Because when the time comes,
When you are well and sleek,
When your eyes shine,
And your tail wags with joy-
Then comes the hard part.
I will let you go– not without a tear, But without a regret.
For you are safe forever. A new dog needs me now.
By Diane Morgan