I little over a year ago I was looking for more rats because my old girl passed and I wanted some buddies for my two younger, very energetic girls to share their double CN with. I sent emails to a few shelters in the area I knew of, searched online classifieds, and asked my vet's office to keep their ear to the ground for girls or neutered boys needing homes. Nothing panned out so I ended up adopting three rats when I went to Ontario one weekend.
Fast forward ten days and my vet contacts me because they have two girls that need to be rehomed quickly and ask if I can help. Unsure, I took the owner's name and number and gave her a call. It turned out her dad, who was allergic to the rats, had just found out he had heart disease and needed a quadriple bypass. Because of his condition, the allergy had become life threatening and she needed to figure something out fast. They were being boarded at the vet while she reorganized her basement to see if she could keep them there and not affect her father but if that didn't work, they needed to go. I felt bad for her because it sounded like she legitimately had to get rid of these girls, so I told her to call me if she was rehoming them and that we would likely take them. I talked it over with my husband and we decided that even though we had two groups that needed to be intro'ed to each other already and one rat with pneumonia, we would take these girls.
She called me two days later and said they needed to go, her dad was having too much trouble breathing. We worked out the details (initially she had mentioned a long term foster or adoption but I wanted to clarify the terms) and she agreed loan me her cage until I was finished intros.
At the time, it was supposed to be a clean break. She thought it would be too hard to see them but not have them with her and I didn't want to agree to have a stranger come over regularly. The only exception was that if we could, we would call her and notify her that the girls were being PTS and she would be there if possible.
The day she brought them over she brought them with this HUGE cage the size of a double CN/FN, 3 garbage bags of supplies, and a three page typed letter detailing their history. We talked, I showed her my guys and their cage, told her how I cared for my rats, let her meet them, etc. We exchanged contact information and I did offer at the time that she could come over from time to time to see them if she wanted. Still thinking it would be too hard, she declined.
She went home, we got to work setting up the new cage and then she called to tell us she forgot to give us the ramps for the cage. I told her it was fine, we had already figured out a way around the missing ramps, and agreed she would come over the next day to drop them off. Somewhere along the way we became friends, she would come over and see them from time to time, pet sit for us, and give me rides to the vet when my husband couldn't. Grace passed away in August and Sophie two weeks ago, but Sarah and I are still friends.
My point, after a long, drawn out story, is you don't know how things are going to turn out. I think it's prudent to have a contract because if you don't and you are not happy with how your girls are cared for, you have no recourse. (I know so many people that have not done this and lived to regret it.) But, it may turn out that there is a way you can still be involved in your girls' lives after they are rehomed. (Trustworthy pet sitters are hard to come by.)
P.S. Sarah's dad had his bypass a few days after we adopted Grace and Sophie and when they opened him up they found his aorta was partially torn. As sad as she was to see them go, she knows he may have died had they been in the house any longer. He spent many weeks in hospital recovering but is now back home and in good health. No more pets for Sarah until she moves out though.