Today is the last day I will have my beautiful cats, as tonight we will be taking them to their new home.
I am so appreciative of the wonderful family who has offered to take them in and add them to their home, but I cannot help feeling like the worst owner in the world.
As I have talked about before, to me if you take on a pet, you are responsible for them for life. I feel like I have let them down in the worst way possible. Yesterday, I went to the flat to sit with them for a while to say goodbye with a big snuggle. As most of my furniture has been moved out over the last few weeks, I popped the stereo on, and sat on the lounge with my knitting, as I always do.
As expected, Nanashi was straight into my lap and Bala was at my side. It was strange to realise how much I had missed the weight of their little bodies as I sit and knit and having their company in general. We have been constant companions for 7-8 years now, and through all the years, we have all been there for each other.
These thoughts were rolling around in my head as I sat there and cried a little over my knitting. While I actually held my emotions in check before I went to the gym, it was after I got home that I had a massive meltdown. I was fine until I started talking to my aunt about borrowing her cat carrier so that I could move both cats at once. From here it just kind of snowballed into the kind of crying that could get hysterical pretty quick. I have to say, I am happy that I had B there to calm me down. I hate crying and it took me a little while to rein in all of those emotions... they are now safely back in their little box, and I will just have to deal with them later.