The next day after first seeing Piper’s posting on petfinder.com, I decided to email the woman who ran the rescue where Piper was living. I told her in my email about our household and our experience in caring for our beloved cockatiel, Cato, from three months old until he passed away at 15. I explained that after his death it took us a long time to be ready to open our hearts again. But now I was inquiring about Piper.
It’s amazing the feelings you can get just from clicking the ‘Send’ button. We do it everyday, many, many tines, without thinking about it. This click was deliberate and filled with excitement and nervousness. In my mind, there was a lot of weight behind the pressing down of my right index finger.
It was only a few minutes later that I received a reply from the rescue, but I kept checking my inbox like a lunatic during that time. The woman at the rescue asked if I would be available to talk by phone that afternoon and proposed a time to do so. I responded immediately, replying that, yes, I would love to chat that afternoon. (Thank goodness I am married because obviously I have no game.) Things were moving quickly and I’m sure, subconsciously, I thought this was a sign.
Now that a phone call had been scheduled, there was only one thing left to do. Let my husband know what I’d been up to.
To be continued . . .