Two more days...

I reminded myself this morning as I turned over in bed, tossing the covers off my legs and making a very slight noise which alerted Bogey that I was awake, that after just two more days he will be gone. It will be so quiet. No more soft, sad puppy whine in the mornings. No more ten pound block head resting gently on my lap while I eat my cereal. No more Pit Bull bouncing through the house, tail slapping the walls and furniture. No more Bogey.

Don't get me wrong... this is exactly what we wanted. But, of course I have grown very attached to him. I'll miss him. I'll miss the way he sits on his heels at the front door, gazing up at me so attentively, waiting for me to give the release signal so he can blast off like a rocket to chase after Kira and Kelly. I'll miss the goofiness... when he runs so fast towards the house that he actually trips coming up the stairs, or how he cries frantically when Kelly is at top speed and he just can't catch up to her as they run circles in the yard, or the way he launches his body skyward to catch a ball, a bubble, a snowflake...

This morning the PGSPCA weekly update arrived in my inbox. When I saw his name listed in the "pending" column my eyes filled with tears. What a unbelievable feeling that today, eleven months exactly since the day he came home with us, he is just two days away from finally having his forever home.