Oh no, she did not
I’ll admit it, bringing Charles home for the first time was daunting. I was the first person to show interest in him and the first to foster him. I would be responsible for gathering information about his personality and habits and report them back to the shelter.
I blindly fostered him and was excited for the experience. To be honest, from the moment I saw him online, I knew he would be mine forever. The only problem was convincing my boyfriend he was a keeper and getting to know this precious gem.
The first night was horrible. I was told to put him in a crate because dogs do not poop where they sleep and one of the promises I made to the shelter was to keep him indoors at night. After an hour of him whining and crying, I pulled the trigger and let him sleep outside. This calmed him down and he was able to sleep stress free on the patio couch.
The next morning, I immediately called the shelter and told them that he had severe anxiety and did not want to be inside. Charles showed signs of not feeling safe and I felt it was safe for everyone – the cat included – if he spent the first few days outside until he became acclimated to his new environment.