My little handsome boy went to a new home yesterday. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done and I am trying to see this as a blessing, since it means that most of the people (and animals) I love so much are still in my life. I am finding this morning that I am really missing the pitter-patter of his little feet chasing toys up and down the hallway and his tiny mews to let me know he is ready for his breakfast. My cats had just begun to play with him, so I am sure they are wondering what happened to their new "toy". How can anyone bottle feed a tiny kitten and not let a piece of their heart go with them? One thing I feel in my heart is that this little guy needed me and someone had a hand in getting him to me. Surely God knows how I love animals and the strength and compassion I have in me. That is why I know, as hard as this was, I will someday be given another chance to help an animal in need. And I will trade them care and cuddles for their unconditional love.
Oh and as an aside, the Surfer suggested that perhaps when I reach my weight goal I can get another cat/kitten. Not sure how I am feeling about that right now.