Had to Rehome My Cats—How Do You Move On?
I never thought I’d be the person writing this, but here we are. After a year and a half of being a cat mom to two rescued tuxedo boys, I had to let them go. My health tanked (think: rare transplant, cancer scare, endless hospital stays), and my anxiety started rubbing off on them—literally. One started pulling his fur out, the other needed meds.
My condo banned bird feeders and catios, so their world shrank. I found them a loving couple nearby, but now I’m the one not eating and hiding under the covers. I keep replaying if I did the right thing. They’re together, but Finn (my shadow) is struggling to adjust. I want to visit, but don’t want to be the weird, crying ex-cat mom haunting their new family.
Anyone else had to rehome pets for reasons out of your control? How did you survive the guilt? Please, no judgment—just need to know it gets better.
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