After reading all the kinds words, I feel it is necessary to clarify my anger -- I was crying when I wrote the first part, and probably left out details and confused a lot of readers.

First of all, there is not one person on this site that I am angry with. All of you, beginning with Sam Tsang and his wife, stepped up to the plate to help me get this dog to safety. It is the people behind the scenes I'm angry with -- including myself.

Second of all, Dooley is not yet with his new owners -- there is a 3-way fight that was/is going on in Texas for him. I didn't know that until the exchange. I did not have a say in who gets to adopt him. That was done by one of the people in the 3-way fight, someone whom I've never dealt with or met, who had the opportunity when I first got him to take him in and assess for theirselves but didn't want to be bothered at the time. Never having experienced Dooley first-hand, who's to know whether this person really absorbed all the bio information?

Third, as far as I know, the home he is supposed to go to is nothing like anything I've assessed him for -- therefore my anger, and fear, of not knowing if it's the right home.

Fourth, Dooley was never a problem dog, sick, behavior issues, or anything of the sort, which is why I fell in love with him after only a few hours. He was actually my teacher -- he taught me that after the death of my beloved Ladygirl, that I could once again find it in my heart to love another dog as much as I loved her.

Fifth, I've rescued and transported over 100 dogs in the last 15 years, and Dooley is the first one I've come across that was/is so heart-warmingly special as to make me angry when having to let him go on to another life away from me. There is just something about him that I can't put my finger on.

Sixth, the laws -- again -- between here and Kansas made this whole ordeal a nightmare. Even if I had put a stop to all of this and said, "Texas, no, you can't have him, I'm keeping Dooley," the red tape for that was atrocious.

Seventh, at the time I got Dooley, I didn't have the money to do the fine-tooth comb research to try to find his previous owners; i.e., putting ads in local papers -- and living 150-175 miles away from the region where he ended up proved to be a daunting task. I did search newspaper website archives, posted Dooley on FidoFinder.com., and 3 or 4 other websites where you could search for a lost/found pet, but nothing. So maybe the previous owners didn't have internet. I'm angry with myself for being financially challenged at the time and unable to do more in that arena.

Right now, the waiting is the hardest part. Waiting to find out about Dooley and how he is in his new home. Once he gets there, and if the new parents are kind enough to send an update to the rescue and it's forwarded on to me, I'll feel better. This too shall pass, I hope.

Fostering has never been my forte, not for as long as I had Dooley. The longest I've ever fostered was 30 days, and that was only because of scheduling conflicts. I do rescue transports, and it's for this very reason that I don't foster. I pick up and deliver, that's it. The rewards from that are huge, especially when finding out through an update that the transported ones have been adopted and are loved, but there's no emotional investment or heartbreak on my part, just happiness.

I know I need to let him go, but I'm secretly hoping that the home he goes to doesn't like his long hair everywhere and takes him back to the adoption organization so I can have the final say! The whole situation from the beginning has been overwhelming -- but as I said way back in August, and for those of you who have followed the story from the onset, you, too, know Dooley is an extraordinarily special dog who overwhelmed me and stole my heart right out of my chest!

Thank you to all for everything you've done and said. I do hope to get an update within a week or two and be able to share good news with everyone here -- but I'm still secretly hoping!