*sniff*

I have just had the most emotionally draining week.

My lovely boy, Carl has to be re homed.

Carl came to live with me seven years ago. Once upon a time I would visit the Humane Society every other day just to see the animals. I knew I wanted another cat but I was in no hurry. At the time the Humane Society was doing some major renovations so I also enjoyed seeing the new homes the abandoned cats and dogs had. I think I was having some major postpartum issues so seeing these little critters getting new digs warmed my black heart. Anyhoo...one day I walked into the cat area, saw Carl and right away went up to the counter and told them I wanted to bring him home that day. And that is how he came to live with me!

If I were to be totally honest with myself I would have to say that he peed in the house from day one. I first noticed it when I was pregnant with my youngest daughter. I contacted the animal communicator and was told that it was likely because I was pregnant and going through a divorce. I ran with that and sure enough once the baby was born he stopped...at least I no longer noticed it. Being a single parent to three babies ages 0 to 4 left little time to notice a cat peeing everywhere. Fast forward to today and a couple thousands of dollars later to try and remedy this problem it has been made clear that only two options remained. Re homing him somewhere without any other cats or putting him to sleep. I made the decision to put him to sleep as it seemed like the most humane option. I would never dream of sending him back to the HS where he would likely live the rest of his life in a cage. I also didn't want to re home him with someone I didn't know as I feared that he would be mistreated. I made the decision and sent an email out to my friends explaining the situation.

Some people have terrible exhusbands. I do not. In fact, I might love my exhusband more now than I did when we were married. The King emailed me and told me that he and his wife would like to take Carl on a trial basis. I cried. Like, I really cried.

This Thursday Carl will be en route to his new home. I have to admit that I have had a constant lump in my throat since these plans have been made. I am not sure I have met a sweeter cat than Carl. I mean, I know that he will be treated really, really well AND he has the additional bonus of seeing my girls every other weekend but I can't shake the idea of Carl thinking that I have abandoned him. Well, I suppose I have but it was with the best of intentions. Sadly I can not make Carl understand this.

So, farewell to Carl the Great. May you have a long and wonderful life in your new home where I know you will be loved as much as you have been here.