Saga of My Cat: The Final Chapter

If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you know about my cat Ada and how she has been a problem. If you haven’t read, then check out this post , which details her problem; this post, which was about a time we found a home for her and then this post which is where I completely lost my logical brain and had a pregnant hormone crying fit.

I’ll wait while you read those.

*twiddles thumbs*
*drinks orange juice*
*checks watch*

Back? Okay. …. You did read the posts, didn’t you? ….. Well if you didn’t, here is a very brief overview of my situation with the cat:
I’ve had Ada for 4 years. She started peeing on our loveseat in 2007. We dealt with it and cleaned up after her. She kept doing it. She would pee on the couch, loveseat, our clothes, and finally our bed. When we got pregnant, DH said “that’s it, she’s gotta go”. I was very upset but began looking. DH found a family that said they’d take her, pee problem and all. I agreed. At the last second, I lost it and couldn’t give her up. DH caved and told me we could keep her. The other night, she peed in a drawer full of old photos and almost ruined them. She also almost peed on a baby blanket of Nellie’s. I lost it and realized it was too stressful for me anymore and couldn’t deal with it. Contacted the family from the summer and they said they’d still take her.

So anyway, this morning DH took her to meet up with her new family. I sent her on her way with a catnip toy, a can of wet cat food (her diet consists only of dry), a note of thanks to the family and my contact information and her dose of flea medication. Last night I fed her a whole can of wet food and spent some good snuggling time with her.

I don’t think it’s really dawned on me that she’s gone now, on her way to a new home. DH texted me when he made the “transfer”, and I started to cry but now I think I might just be numb. I know that I did the right thing for our family; the stress she was causing our lives and even our relationship was getting to be too much. I am sad and feel like crap, but I have to do for my family. My child and marriage and relationship have to come before a cat.

One of my friends just told me that it was the best thing to do, and I started to cry. Anytime someone validates the fact that I did the right thing, it hits me hard and I start to cry. I know that in the long run, a part of me will feel relieved that the source of stress is gone. But I miss her, and I hope that her new family treats her well. I asked them in a letter to please, please contact me if they end up not wanting her and I will take her back and find another home for her so she doesn’t end up abandoned on the street or in a shelter somewhere. This family has a little girl, so hopefully she will love Ada as much as I do.