Shortly after we found out we were pregnant, we started looking for yet another family member. We scoured all the rescues and humane societies within 500 miles. We were looking for just the right fit for our growing family. I was at work one day and as a long shot decided to look at recuses a state away. I knew the moment I saw the ad for Abby, she had to come home with us. Goosebumps and all, I got up out of my desk and called them right away. They informed us about some of the problems she had and how it was going to be hard for them to find a family for her. They also said she would not be a good fit for a family with little ones. Perhaps, naive, I was not deterred.
My heart knew better and we had to meet her. We drove 440 miles to meet this girl. The "foster" family who had her told us to go slow and don't make eye contact as she is very skittish and afraid of males. Myself being 6'0" and my husband at 6'7" were definitely not the least intimidating people in world. We got there and a family of four were leaving after a long drive, like us, to meet her. My heart sank, 'please don't take her' I thought, but the father was shaking his head saying 'no way'. We were next in the running.