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Subject: Re: Poor Foster.... a sad story (a little graphic)
Posted by Faye on August 13, 1998 at 11:35:46:

In Reply to: Poor Foster.... a sad story (a little graphic) posted by Kim S (The old Kim) on August 13, 1998 at 10:55:20:

Oh, Kim, how I can relate!
I just lost my little "baby" Sugar a week ago Monday. I have cried so much over her. I have finally decided that I do want another after all, I just have to be more careful.
She was a pet to all of us, but I guess that I was the most attached.Every room in the house reminds me of her, and especially outside where I buried her.
I feel so guilty, too, since I was the one that was responsible!(She got loose, cuddled up in my daughter's dress and I (oh, I hate to say this..)I washed her in the washer.)
Please don't think I was careless with her, we tried to keep a close eye on her .
My husband says that he will get me one if I want it , so I am looking for a sweet little female baby, if anyone can help.
Thanks,
Faye

: I would like to share my story to hopefully prevent such a horrible thing from happening in the future.

: As some of you know, I got my little Foster on St. Patty's day of this year. If you look back through old posts, I write like 3 times a day about him. He was my best friend, and my "child." I knew him like a book, I could anticipate his every move. I knew his antics, his tendencies, and whether or not he would jump to or from some one. I devoted my whole life to him.

: I took him to Ontario with me while I was on vacation and he had a blast exploring my hotel room and being in a new place with me. We stayed for a week. A half hour before we were getting ready to leave, I took him to my parents' hotel room so that they could say good bye to him. (He was the baby of the whole family.... only 7-1/2 mos. oop.)
: He was acting completely normal and running up and down the stairs (under my close supervision of course), and then when I took him over to say goodbye to my dad (Dad was Foster's favorite) he suddenly ran up my shirt and down over my back, and jumped away from me onto the floor. I don't know why he did it... he wasn't scared. He just did it. He NEVER did that. He never jumps away, he's too cuddly. He jumped to the floor just as my mom stepped backwards from washing her hands at the sink, and she stepped on our little one. Though he was still breathing for a moment or two, his head was what got stepped on... though that's gross, I tell you so that you know we were lucky enough to have him die instantly and not feel any pain. I cried for two weeks over the loss of my little one, and I think I am ready to have another glider now. But the moral of the story is, please don't trust your glider too much. If people had said that to me I would have said "You don't know my Foster." But now no one will know him because I trusted him too much. So please just be careful... Idon't want to have such a tragedy happen to anyone else ever again.

: Kim S.

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