I joined as a cat/kitten foster volunteer for the Wichita Animal Action League (WAAL) in April 2024. It was a few months after my now ex-wife had beaten me pretty brutally. Through my recovery, I found that my heart was calling me to help saves lives. I thought to myself, Kristi - you are lucky to be here, what do you want to do with it? I quickly got online and found WAAL.
I say it so much, I am sure I annoy a few....but that doesn't bother me, because being a foster is proudly one of my favorite things to be. These animals have been more of a blessing and a lesson than I ever could have imagined signing up for. They each teach me. All different, all impactful and all very beautiful. This, however, is not a story about a cat. This is a story about Bella, the one accidental dog foster that found her way to me.
I was at dinner with my nana and my brother, and as I walked to the car I got a phone call. I actually answered, which if you know me, you know that doesn't happen too often. I am a believer in the saying, if you want to get ahold of me, text me. But I did answer this call. It was a friend and his mom had found what she at first thought was a baby kitten in her backyard. What that kitten turned out to be was a tiny 3lb puppy. My foster heart kicked in and I asked for her number and her address. I picked up that tiny, scared, abandoned little baby that same night and gave her a name.
Bella was special, she grew on me quickly. I recall calling one of the WAAL directors after I had had Bella for a bit and cried and cried and CRIED to her on the phone. I told her how in love I had fallen with this dog. And after her being abandoned and so scared - but now had a place she came to know as home and someone that loved her endlessly - how the actual FUCK was I supposed to put her up for adoption. I didn't want Bella to feel abandoned again. I didn't want her to think I gave up on her. I didn't want the trust she had given me to be betrayed. Thank god for the WONDERFUL WAAL employee I called. She talked me off a ledge. Amy did nothing but comfort, support and encourage me for all I was doing for Bella. When I got off the phone I cried some more and then started to realize, I was talking about Bella, but I was also talking about me. I have also felt tiny, scared and abandoned. I realized, this little dog was teaching me.
And she certainly did. Bella taught me a lot of things in the few months I had her, but the most beautiful thing she taught me was love. I realized I was crying because I didn't want her to ever feel like I was giving up on her. I was crying because I could tell when I got Bella she had been abused. She was timid, hesitant and scared, but she was open to trusting me. Bella and I, we found our strength after abuse together. We found ourselves through watching each other. Her heart and her spunk taught me that there is happiness after terrible experiences. I like to think I taught her that too. She taught me that sometimes there are people worthy of trust. She softened my heart in learning to trust her and watching her learn how to trust me. She taught me that sometimes there are rare moments in life that actually put you exactly where you are supposed to be. After trauma, after being left alone and scared- after fighting to get to the other side....Bella, you ultimately helped me re-find me, by showing me that my heart was still capable of love. I will never be able to thank her enough for that.
I did adopt her out, to the most AMAZING family. She was loved just as much as she was with me, and I dare to say even more spoiled. She was a true princess and she had found her worthy throne. I reached out to the adopter a couple months ago and discovered devasting news. Bella, my sweet strong beautiful girl, had been taken from us too soon.
To say I was torn in two is an understatement. Even now, months after, I sit here typing barely able to read the words through streaming tears. Bella was the biggest influence in my life of rehabilitation and recovery after abuse. How could she be gone? I've sat with this question almost daily since my discovery and I do not have an answer. But what I do know is this, though her life short as it was, it was meaningful. She impacted me deeply, she helped me heal, she facilitated so much of how I have grown since abuse. She is part of why I am who I am today.
My sweet Bella girl, if I could talk to you now, I would tell you all this. You were the only accidental foster I ever had, likely the only dog foster that will be in my home - but sweet girl, you gave me more than I ever could have imagined. My heart mourns for you, my stomach twist and throat catches through the tears. If I could talk to you now, if I only got a couple words, they would be "thank you."
Thank you for teaching me that there is life beyond abuse. Thank you for teaching me that not only am I capable of love, I am capable of being loved. Thank you for guiding me into finding my spunk inside of yours. Thank you for showing, giving and teaching me trust. Thank you for your kisses and your cuddles and your goofiness. Thank you for the smiles and the laughter and the memories. But most of all thank you for being you. Foster mom will never forget you, baby girl.
Thank you, Bella, for everything.