If you’ve ever considered fostering, or maybe you have never thought about it, maybe my post may make you reconsider.

Fostering isn’t always easy. It can be challenging, frustrating, and exhausting – but the overwhelming sense of love, pride and joy that is returned as you watch so many dogs blossom because of you, is worth more than i could ever describe.

I fostered, foster failed MANY! held too many as they took their last breaths, adopted, took a break, and then started Sweet Paws – I’ve tried not to foster again, but sometimes they just creep in and before you know it, you’re back on the train so to speak.

If you think fostering is something that you would like to do, just submit the form below and we’ll go from there.
*We are based on the Mornington Peninsula, so you would need to be able to get to one of our vets in the Penvetcare group.

For All My Foster Dogs ♥️

The dogs I’ve fostered have carried more soul in their eyes than most people carry in their whole lives. They came into my world with unknown pasts, broken pieces, and hearts still wide open. And somehow, despite everything, they loved—fully, freely, without hesitation.

Their love never asked for perfection. It didn’t need explanations. It simply showed up—in wagging tails, quiet eyes, and the way they leaned into me like they’d been waiting their whole lives to feel safe. They didn’t care about the version of me I showed the world. They loved the tired parts. The overwhelmed parts. The parts I didn’t even know needed healing. And they stayed.

People talk about unconditional love, but dogs live it. Especially the broken ones. Especially the ones who’ve known loss and still choose trust. They didn’t need me to be perfect—they just needed me to be there. And I was. But what they gave back? It was more than I ever gave them.

Each one left paw prints on my heart. Some stayed for weeks, some for months—but every single one changed me. They taught me how to love with no agenda. How to stay when it’s hard. How to believe in second chances.

To all my foster dogs—thank you.

For your trust.

For your love.

For showing me what it really means to show up for someone. I carried you for a while… but you’ll carry pieces of me forever.

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Chase and Izzy were my last fosters, of course they stayed! I failed to find them a perfect home where they could stay together, so we decided to adopt them. And we absolutely adore both of them.

After Izzy’s CT scan for something completely unrelated showed multiple old fractures in her body that made the decision for them to stay so much easier.

And after 8 months with us Isabella has found a love of toys. Sometimes they are so utterly traumatised that we are just waiting for them to come back from their dark place, and realise that they are safe. And loved.

Fostering is a journey that will never be completely smooth sailing.

But once you’ve done it, it’s hard to walk away ♥️