Last year I had to put my cat of 18 years to sleep. It was probably one of the saddest days of my life. I know it was the right thing to do because she was so sick and keeping her alive would have been inhumane, but she was my baby. I loved her.
Since then, the kids have wanted me to get another pet. I wasn’t too hip on the idea for several reasons. What kind of pet would I get? I love dogs and I love cats. Do I want a baby or an adult? My workdays are very long, so my pet would be home alone for most of the day. Also, in two years I’m going to be traveling quite frequently. Who would take care of the pet while I was gone? I don’t have a fenced yard. If I got a dog, he or she would have to be walked and wouldn’t really be able to roam free. Anyway, my point is that there were so many reasons why I didn’t want to get another pet that I just didn’t.
I’ve been going through some changes in my life lately. I don’t want a boyfriend and it can get incredibly lonely when the kids are with their dad. I’ve been thinking a lot during the past month of getting a pet. Today an email went through the office of two 12-year-old cats to be given away to a good home. I sat here and thought about it and then I texted my Angel Girl asking her opinion. She said yes, but to be honest I had already decided to do it.
Hopefully, if everything goes right, this weekend the kids and I will be the new owners of two cats. Whiskers will always have a place in my heart, but I don’t think she’d mind me making some room for these boys.
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