Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Kitties are Gone

Life sometimes kicks you in the teeth. And sometimes, it's your own fault.

We had to send the kittens back to the rescue organization today. To make a long story short, Stig wasn't getting any better, the stench was making the other two folks in my household physically ill, and the vet bills were beginning to mount. Overall, it was a lose-lose situation.

How do I feel? Lousy.

I actually grew to love those kittens very quickly. Even though they drove me nuts, I understood that they were kittens, and certain behaviors were common to young kittens. The other members of the family had a harder time with that. Yet, when I think of Jezza sitting on my shoulder asleep, purring in my ear, my heart starts to break.

This is going to take some time to get over.

No pets. Ever again. I'm done. I just can't take the hurt.

2 comments:

Angelina Fishy said...

A loss is a loss, no matter how long you had the kittehs. Having been through losing a pet, all I can say is eventually you will get to a place where you remember them fondly, but the pain isn't too bad. I still miss my kitteh, but I can remember all the funny little kitteh things she did and smile. Hang on. This too shall lessen.

Asia said...

:(