So here's the story... a little over a year ago, while out walking the dog we found a scrawny little stray kitten wandering the street in the rain. We had only recently finally been able to get rid of the evil, mean cat that my ex had left behind at my house when she left me and were happy to be cat free and starting anew with our wonderful dog. We have big hearts though, so we took in the poor kitty. It seemed to be extremely young and no doubt would have not survived had we not intervened. The plan was to take it in long enough to nurse it back to good health and try to find it a home. It was a small, cute kitty so that shouldn't be difficult right? wrong. no one wanted to take it. Unfortunately another friend's cat had recently given birth so anyone we knew who was willing to take a new kitten already had one. So he stayed with us.
We made sure it had all it's shots, and a good home with us. Our dog even enjoyed playing with the little guy. My fiance is a dog person and absolutely loathes cats most of the time, but this one was so cute and loving that she became attached. He had his issues though. He has a tendencay to wander the house whining for no apparent reason (makes me nuts!). he only uses the litter box about 25% of the time and uses the laundry room floor the rest of the time. It's impossible to keep things clean because he sheds like crazy (and we have black furniture!). And he has a habit of freaking out for unknown reasons, bolting all over the house, sometimes knocking things over and breaking them. These are all the reasons I didn't care much for the cat, and never got all that attached. my fiance however did get attached because he would curl up and sleep with her, and because it was cute to watch him play with the much larger dog.
She finally gave in today and got rid of him. It has become beyond apparent that we'll never find a friend willing to take him, so she finally had to take him to a shelter. It's a no kill shelter thankfully, but it's still a shelter. Not exactly the same as giving him to friend whose home we know he will be comfortable in. She called me this afternoon and caught me offgaurd. I knew she was actively trying to do something about the situation, but I didn't expect the phone call I recieved. She was on her way to the sheler and the cat was crying in the background. He was making her feel very guilty and she was sobbing in my ear for several minutes before I realized what she was doing. She's very upset and feeling guilty, but at the same time she knows we had no choice. Hearing her so upset was making me feel guilty also. I hate hearing her like that. I almost told her to turn around and go back home, but I know that ultimately, for our home, it's best for him not to be there.
I also feel bad for the dog as I'm sure he'll know that his little buddy isn't around anymore, but won't understand why. I'm hoping he doesn't get all mopey and depressed (he does that sometimes). I have a feeling he'll soon have a new friend in the form of a new puppy that I'll be guilted into taking. It's one of the reasons my fiance finally did something about the cat. She knows someone who just had puppies. She wants one, but up until now I've said no to any more animals in the house. No cat means we now have a vacancy.
Anyway.... sorry for the novel guys, but this is my life this afternoon. Have we done the right thing? Should i feel bad? I mean, i do feel bad about my fiance being so upset, but should I feel worse about sending the cat to a shelter? I'm all sorts of confused at the moment. As much as I disliked the little critter, i'm sure i'll still feel the noticable absense in the house.
just had to get it off my chest....