I may end up having to take the foster kittens to the shelter, as no one seems interested in adopting them in spite of my efforts to find them a good home, and I really don't want to do that.
I really can't keep them much longer.
They're getting into too much mischief: every time I go into the bathroom where I've been keeping them, I walk into a war zone - in spite of putting everything away that could be a potential hazard to them, or if it's something I don't want to get ruined. Cleaning up after them has taken its toll on my back from all the cleaning & bending & twisting I've been having to do. I've been to the chiropractor about 8 times in the past month since I've had them to get adjusted: I feel okay for a day or so, then end up all crippled up again - ruining the work the chiropractor just did on me.
I keep telling myself that I'm just having a rough day, and I'll feel better tomorrow, but the next day I'm not any better. It's breaking my heart knowing that I might have to surrender those precious, adorable kittens to the shelter. 
I don't think I'll ever foster again: it's just too emotionally draining. I don't have the stomach for it.
I really can't keep them much longer.
They're getting into too much mischief: every time I go into the bathroom where I've been keeping them, I walk into a war zone - in spite of putting everything away that could be a potential hazard to them, or if it's something I don't want to get ruined. Cleaning up after them has taken its toll on my back from all the cleaning & bending & twisting I've been having to do. I've been to the chiropractor about 8 times in the past month since I've had them to get adjusted: I feel okay for a day or so, then end up all crippled up again - ruining the work the chiropractor just did on me.
I keep telling myself that I'm just having a rough day, and I'll feel better tomorrow, but the next day I'm not any better. It's breaking my heart knowing that I might have to surrender those precious, adorable kittens to the shelter. 
I don't think I'll ever foster again: it's just too emotionally draining. I don't have the stomach for it.








I understand how hard it is though because there have been times in the past where I have not been successful in finding homes for fosters and have had to bring them back to the shelter and it is so hard because I feel almost like I failed them. That being said though we're only human! We can only do so much. Where would those babies be if not for you?!? They probably wouldn't have made it at all.

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I think that what makes this so difficult for me is that I ended being their "surrogate" mommy: I was bottle-feeding them when they first came here. How can you NOT get attached when you've basically been their "mommy" and you practically raised them? 
It ended up being a good idea to post a flyer at my vets' offices. Thanks to whoever it was that suggested it! 
