There he is!

He was sitting on the floor near a coffee table, just sitting quietly and looking at me. In that first look I fell head over heals in love. I moved across the room and knelt down on the rug next to him."Hello little guy" I said and began that dog crooning voice that all of us who love dogs have somewhere inside. He leaned against me and then slid to the floor on his back and presented me with his stomach to scratch for him.
I know the lady talked to me. I know I answered her questions and had a cup of coffee. I know I gave her a check and took a bag of food for him and a leash and collar. I have no idea how long I stayed but I knew that he was mine. He had to be.
We went downstairs and said goodbye to his foster Mom, she turned and did not look back, she said it was too hard to do. Misha stood and watched her for a minute and then I took him and put him gently into the back of the car and we headed home.