Once upon a time, there were two tiny sister puppies born with faulty eating instruments. The odds were stacked against them, but a fairy godmother intervened and said: “we can help.” They were named Faith and Hope.
Hand fed and held upright, they put the naysayers to shame and thrived. Sisters bonded through adversity, they developed a deep love.
In a little blind puppy, they found a kindred spirit and formed the three pupsketeers.
They were inseparable – and inexhaustible.
As their little bodies grew, so did their mighty play, draining the life out of their fairy godmother. When offers of adoption came first for one –
and then the other,
they were gladly accepted.
Leaving only one.
Little green-eyed Faith came back to stay with a foster godmother (me) until her adoptive family could be found.
We thought we had it, but then we didn’t. It was something about the right dog at the wrong time.
So said her foster godmother, as well. Although she loved the little girl very much, she had made an important promise to her big dog who had even bigger needs at the time.
So little Faith went to stay with her sister – now named Sophie, and her sister’s handsome (but puppy-annoyed) big brother, Jasper, loved by yet another foster godmother, Cassandra.
Only Cassandra was not so much “foster” as she was “mother.” You see, Cassandra was a “foster failure”; not just once – but twice – having fostered, and then adopted, both Sophie and Jasper. She pleaded: “I can help; let me help.”
The bonds of siblings of eight or nine weeks are one thing; but three, four, five and nearly six months of age? Well, that’s something else.
Each time the girls were reunited, their best happiness was evident to all who looked closely.
And now it is official. A match set.
And Cassandra’s foster failure record is thrice, as it was always meant to be.
Faith and her sister Sophie will live happily-ever-after together – and a grateful Jasper will get some much deserved puppy-free time!
And that is the story of two little sisters whose fate might have been otherwise except for two powerful words: faith and hope.
The end. And the beginning.
16 thoughts on “A Tale of Faith and Hope”
Bravissima all of you for doing everything to allow Faith and Hope to enjoy life to the full with their quirks! One of my kitties also named Hope for similar quirks . . .
God Bless You All for giving Faith and Hope/Sophie so much love and care! And bless Cassandra for adopting the two tiny sisters (who aren’t so tiny any more)! Three dogs are a lot of work, but the unconditional love makes it all worthwhile.
“Not so tiny” is right. They are growing like weeds in Cassandra’s care. And we told her she’s maxed out. No more foster failures for her!
Wonderful story. Y’all do such great work for the dogs.
Oh, those beautiful eyes! Thank you for sharing their journey and a happy ending 🙂
She is a stunner! Happy Monday. 🙂
A happy ending is the best way to begin a new week. Thanks for putting the story out there; so grateful for all the folks who are so devoted to the dogs. It’s a lot of work, on many levels, and without their devotion these happy endings just wouldn’t be there.
Happy to start your week off right! Thanks for the nice note. 🙂
Hooray! 🙂 ❤
Cassandra is an angel. I just love that the girls are together . . . and that big brother Jasper gets a reprieve. And I love happy endings that are really happy beginnings.
Cassandra is such a blessing. I am glad the 2 are together. I was concerned how they where doing.
All is well that ends well. 🙂 Meant to be.