The crazy thing is that we both knew it was time to find him a new home, even before we found our new home. Our move really had little to do with his departing from our family. It had more to do with our growing family, wanting Rory's brothers to be able to come over without having their throats swell up and wanting a tidier house. He shed a lot.
Rory drove him to the humane society and only got a few blocks away before I called crying that they needed to come back because I hadn't held him while saying goodbye. (You can imagine any fifth grader behaving the same way.) And my sweet husband turned the jeep around and let me come and fall apart in the front seat, holding Toonces, who was very indifferent to the swell of emotions that held him. And then they left.
Rory said the drop off went well. The lady said that because of his age, proper litter box usage and the fact that he is good with kids that she though he would be adopted very quickly. I am sure she says that to every owner, but I am choosing to believe her words.
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Oh, Becca, I'm so sorry. I could never get rid of my cats, but then I live by myself. If I hadn't had 2 already, I would have taken him. I know how sad you must feel. :-(
I cried reading this, Becca. Hope you're doing ok. -Shan
Yup, welled up reading this. So sad, but totally get the decision.
I'm SURE Toonces will get adopted VERY quickly - by a great family, on less!
*NO less... I meant to say. Oy.
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