Some of you read about my kitten rescue two weeks ago. I found a tiny kitten that had been abandoned at a restaurant a few towns away from me. A friend had called and alerted me that the kitten was there and I rushed down to find her. I rescued her, brought her home, took her to the vet, and she's been here with my menagerie and me for two weeks. After initally being shy and hesitant, she quickly responded to love, affection, regular meals, and a clean warm place to sleep. She adapted wonderfully and instantly stole my heart.
Well today Annie starts her brand new life in a forever home. A kindred cat friend had suggested she knew a couple who might want a kitten since they had recently lost their beloved 21-year old cat. The husband wanted to surprise his wife with the kitten but my friend and I were a little hesitant about that. My friend asked him if he was sure that would be a good idea and he assured my friend that having a new kitten to love was exactly what his wife needed to help heal her broken heart. I readily agreed to take Annie back into my fold if for any reason the adoption didn't "take".
My friend came to get Annie this afternoon. In fact, she just left a few minutes ago. I'm still misty-eyed over Annie's leaving but in my heart I know this is the very best thing that could have happened to this sweet little kitten who someone had so callously discarded. As Annie left my home, I hugged her and wished her a long and happy life with her new family. I know they'll love and care for her. This is exactly how a kitten rescue should end. I'm happy to have rescued this kitten and to have found a loving home for her. The family who adopted her will be happy to have a new companion, and my friend is happy that she could help in the adoption process. So if this is such a good thing (and it is), and everybody is happy about it, then why does it also feel as if my heart is breaking?