So we tried fostering a dog, and she had such a bad anxiety we had to return her because she was putting herself in danger and tried running away. After that I contacted them (three days into her being at our home) and requested to bring her back to make sure she's safe (she has good living conditions, she wasn't going back to a tiny cage, or I would never let her go back), and I wanted to make it a gradual process where I go a few times a week and get her trust before bringing her home so she'd have an easier time. She was adopted the next day. I am happy for her, but I'm afraid because I know her, I know she tried running away a few times and succeeded in another house she was in, and I know that she won't have an easy time. I want it to be her forever home on the one hand because of course she deserves it, but I also keep thinking that they might give her back any day, and then I'd have a chance to really get her to be my baby, but then- I keep thinking how selfish it is. But I've been thinking about her for two months, I've lost all hope when she was adopted- and then one sunny day she comes back. And we have five days of bliss (well, it was difficult, but she was there), and then she goes back, and I think- I still have a chance to make her happy someday. And now, not anymore. I hope not. But then again, I hope I might still have it. I truly love this dog. She's the most beautiful dog I've seen, aside from my parents' dog.