Earlier this year, after our Joey broke his hind leg, M and I made a trip to the Pet Smart in Potrero to buy a cat carrier (my frugal hubby had been using a cardboard box to transport him to and from vet appointments). As we boarded the #22 bus, just outside the SPCA, the bus driver catches a glimpse of our freshly purchased, empty carrier, and asks me, “Oh, whaddya got there… a cat?”
“No.” I said. “It’s empty”
“Oh.” And as his face turned from a smile to a frown, he turned his head toward the front windshield and muttered, “You dropped it off.”
“What!? No…” And before I could explain the force of the boarding crowd pushed me toward the end of the bus. We bought it for our cat — at home — we didn’t surrender anything!
Flash forward to today: I know that we did our best to provide Holloway, our other cat, with a good home, but it didn’t work out. While I know that shouldn’t beat myself up for it, the whole experience has left me feeling incredibly defensive and well, awful. And naturally, recalling the bus driver story didn’t appease my sense of failure. The cat doesn’t get along with other cats — we gave it 6 months — what else could I have done?!
Oh! Sorry to hear it! Sometimes you just can’t make it work. And it’s not fair to make all cats involved miserable because it’s not working. It’s got to be so hard, but I agree completely with Melissa – you did the right thing.
Ahh girl…I’m sorry. You did the right thing. I can only imagine how hard it must have been. *HUG*