Bye, Cowboy. Another foster off to a new home.

He was especially affectionate all day today. Like he thought to himself 'this is it! I'm going to be here forever!'.

Then Melanie from the Greyhound Adoption Program arrived at 3 o'clock and led Cowboy out to the GAP vehicle, put him in the back and drove off into the distance, taking Cowboy to his forever home. I saw his pale face smiling as the car got smaller and smaller. Then he was gone.

Just like that. It hurts.

After three fun weeks of starting out by grabbing his food but then learning manners within days; being taught the ropes by Goldie, our 13-year-old female Brittany; going for runs along the beach near our beach house; endlessly sniffing around the house; bowing a lot to me every morning; slurping his long tongue into a glass of wine I had accidentally left unattended on the coffee table and actually drinking most of it without upsetting the glass; jumping up at the loungeroom window when seeing a possum and ripping the lace curtain RIGHT down the middle; and otherwise being the best and most affectionate and intelligent and playful and loving greyhound we have fostered since ... the last one.

I hope he gets a good home.