Yesterday, I found a new home for my cat. Last weekend when my sister was here, she swept my floors and then spoke to me about how most of the debris was from my cat, that I'm no longer able to care for the cat, and that it was time to find a new home for her. I was concerned about this because the cat has a problem with vomiting up partially digested food.
I was worried that someone would adopt her and then take her to the humane shelter due to the vomiting. Barb suggested that I call the vet who had allowed me to adopt the cat and see if they would take her back to place her. I called on Monday, assuming that they would say no, but they said yes, and the cat exited my home the same day.
I am very happy about being able to put her back under the care of the vet and her staff, as I know that they will find someone who will take care of her and who won't desert her. She is a lovely creature, completely loving, playful, and always up for a snuggle. She will make someone a delightful pet. This way I don't have to discern people's commitment during a fifteen minute interview. But the best thing about it, is that she is safe.
In the meantime, I am feeling very peaceful about being alone again. I loved the cat, but it really was very hard for me to care for her, and impossible for me to keep up with the hair, tracked litter, and little puddles of vomit. My home isn't falling into shambles around me. Someday I may be granted a remission from the Fibromyalgia and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, and then I may adopt again. But in the meantime, it's nice to have one less reminder of all the things I can't do right now.
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