Even when I prepare for the worst it still upsets me. Frankies new mummy was supposed to collect him Friday morning but we had to cancel so I could take Fiver to the vets. Then she was supposed to come tomorrow on her way back from Wales. I stayed in all night and never a call.
Checked my email today and apparently she has hurt her back and unable to drive and has told me to give him to someone else. Is a phone call too much to ask?
Worst thing is I turned down another home for him too. I was really hoping to see him in a new home before I went away.