I have something I need to tell you and I need you not to judge.
Tomorrow I'm sending Callie and Sissy away to a new home. Some of you who have been following my blog for a while know my "issues" with my cats. There's a lady that has offered to take them who is a huge cat-lover. She's a widow that has never had children, runs an animal shelter, and says she's devoting her life to caring for animals.
I know some of you are going to think I'm a terrible person, but I just can't take it anymore. I think all the pooping and vomiting has made me unbelievably bitter towards these babies. I know tomorrow will be hard and I'm 100% positive I will cry rivers, but this is the best thing for my mental health.
It's been 9 LONG years with these girls and I promise that I've tried everything humanly possible to make it work with them. I hope ya'll don't think I'm awful. I really think they will have a happier life where they're going. They'll get to go outside (our neighborhood doesn't allow roaming animals) and this lady really does love cats.
The girls really don't do well in the car so Jay went by the vet today and got some Prozac so they'll have an easier time on the ride and transition. I really am nervous about tomorrow. I'm mentally ready but I'm not sure about emotionally. Right now my emotions are all over the place.
