Farewell Pablo

My Mom took the dog Pablo back to the Shelter today. I feel bad because I didn't get to tell him good-by. My Mom said she told him good-by for me. I really liked that dog even though he was getting to be a nuisance what with all the Chihuahua gibberish, who in the world knew what he said.

I wonder what Pablo is thinking. It's hard to be a foster because you start to get attached all around and then you're gone. You always wonder if you did something wrong. That's the way I used to feel. I was a foster a lot before I met My Mom. Pablo dog, you didn't do anything wrong and we loved you.