Hi everybody.
I don't know why I'm writing this, perhaps I just need to vent.
When 19 months ago Lola went to the Bridge, I fell into a deep desperation. The only thing that was keeping me going was that Pallina was still needing me. Her HT had been diagnosed a few months earlier, I had to fight for her.
When 2 months ago Pallina went to the Bridge too, my desperation was complete and the light around me turned off. It was all so dark.
For a series of coincidences it happened that I rescued about 20 kittens over 9 weeks.
One of them was hospitalized at a practice near home for about two weeks. In the cage next to hers I spotted a wonderful black kitten which I immediately fell in love with. What made me fall in love with her was that she was very similar to my sweet Lola, but also the fact that she had a number of physical and health issues that would need the right level of care.
I thought that having her with me and taking care of her would have relieved my depression and made me feel useful again.
Due to some circumstances, too long to be explained here, I wasn't able to have her, so in a desperate attempt to save myself from the darkness, and to give a kitten a chance, I decided to take the kitten I had rescued home.
She is as sweet as the sugar itself, and loves me to bits, she's cute and has a wonderful coat color, but despite all these wonderful features, I couldn't feel much for her, and I wrote a post about this
Tell Me That The Love Will Come
because my heart and my mind were still with the black kitten I couldn't have.
At least this is what I thought.
About 10 days later, a condition changed and I was able to have the black kitten too. So I rushed to the vet to have her. I thought that things would turn to the best, at last.
I soon realized that even with the black kitten I had been dreaming of for weeks, I wasn't happy yet. In fact, I was even sadder, if this is possible.
I've had her for 5 days now and I feel that my feelings aren't improving and I think I did the wrong move. I think I acted in haste, on the wave of an emotional breakdown, rather than on a rational thought.
When I had Lola and Pallina I was doing everything they needed and my heart was bursting with joy. Everything I was doing for them had to be done at the utmost. Not a single second of my time dedicated to their needs was felt as a wasted time. They were the light in my life.
I devoted my entire last 18 years to them and I would have done the same things for the next 180 years.
Now, with these two kittens, I feel that I just can't do it.
I don't feel anything for them, and the worst part of this story is that I almost consider them as a bother.
Don't get me wrong, I'm giving them all they need. Good food, fresh water, clean litter, the meds they need everytime they need. I'm investing money in them, and I don't regret it, they have been seen by the vet a couple of times each. But still I'm doing all this without heart, without feeling, without all myself.
Furthermore they do not get along. The first kitten is constantly attacking the black kitten, who isn't allowed to eat, drink or use the litter when the other one is around. The black kitten is scared, doesn't move, hides
For their own sake and for the safety of the black kitten, I have to keep them in two separate rooms when we're away or at night, but the first kitten has the worst room of the two, so I feel she's penalized for most of the day, and this isn't fair!
At this point I don't think it's just a matter of time to feel something for them.
What I think is that I wanted to rush things and feel the same love and devotion that I had for Lola and Pallina, but this time it's different. It isn't working. It never will, I feel it.
No cat will ever be able to make me feel the same love, and I have learned it the hard way.
Now I feel I'm stuck with two kittens I can't love, and probably I don't even want them. I believe I didn't need another cat in my life.
Perhaps what I needed was just to keep grieving. I think my heart is locked now, and the key to it has been lost.
Before having the black kitten, I couldn't sleep fine, the thought of her in that cage instead than in my arms was killing me.
Now I can't sleep fine because I know I'm in a mess I can't get out of.
What can I do now?
I don't know why I'm writing this, perhaps I just need to vent.
When 19 months ago Lola went to the Bridge, I fell into a deep desperation. The only thing that was keeping me going was that Pallina was still needing me. Her HT had been diagnosed a few months earlier, I had to fight for her.
When 2 months ago Pallina went to the Bridge too, my desperation was complete and the light around me turned off. It was all so dark.
For a series of coincidences it happened that I rescued about 20 kittens over 9 weeks.
One of them was hospitalized at a practice near home for about two weeks. In the cage next to hers I spotted a wonderful black kitten which I immediately fell in love with. What made me fall in love with her was that she was very similar to my sweet Lola, but also the fact that she had a number of physical and health issues that would need the right level of care.
I thought that having her with me and taking care of her would have relieved my depression and made me feel useful again.
Due to some circumstances, too long to be explained here, I wasn't able to have her, so in a desperate attempt to save myself from the darkness, and to give a kitten a chance, I decided to take the kitten I had rescued home.
She is as sweet as the sugar itself, and loves me to bits, she's cute and has a wonderful coat color, but despite all these wonderful features, I couldn't feel much for her, and I wrote a post about this
Tell Me That The Love Will Come
because my heart and my mind were still with the black kitten I couldn't have.
At least this is what I thought.
About 10 days later, a condition changed and I was able to have the black kitten too. So I rushed to the vet to have her. I thought that things would turn to the best, at last.
I soon realized that even with the black kitten I had been dreaming of for weeks, I wasn't happy yet. In fact, I was even sadder, if this is possible.
I've had her for 5 days now and I feel that my feelings aren't improving and I think I did the wrong move. I think I acted in haste, on the wave of an emotional breakdown, rather than on a rational thought.
When I had Lola and Pallina I was doing everything they needed and my heart was bursting with joy. Everything I was doing for them had to be done at the utmost. Not a single second of my time dedicated to their needs was felt as a wasted time. They were the light in my life.
I devoted my entire last 18 years to them and I would have done the same things for the next 180 years.
Now, with these two kittens, I feel that I just can't do it.
I don't feel anything for them, and the worst part of this story is that I almost consider them as a bother.
Don't get me wrong, I'm giving them all they need. Good food, fresh water, clean litter, the meds they need everytime they need. I'm investing money in them, and I don't regret it, they have been seen by the vet a couple of times each. But still I'm doing all this without heart, without feeling, without all myself.
Furthermore they do not get along. The first kitten is constantly attacking the black kitten, who isn't allowed to eat, drink or use the litter when the other one is around. The black kitten is scared, doesn't move, hides
For their own sake and for the safety of the black kitten, I have to keep them in two separate rooms when we're away or at night, but the first kitten has the worst room of the two, so I feel she's penalized for most of the day, and this isn't fair!
At this point I don't think it's just a matter of time to feel something for them.
What I think is that I wanted to rush things and feel the same love and devotion that I had for Lola and Pallina, but this time it's different. It isn't working. It never will, I feel it.
No cat will ever be able to make me feel the same love, and I have learned it the hard way.
Now I feel I'm stuck with two kittens I can't love, and probably I don't even want them. I believe I didn't need another cat in my life.
Perhaps what I needed was just to keep grieving. I think my heart is locked now, and the key to it has been lost.
Before having the black kitten, I couldn't sleep fine, the thought of her in that cage instead than in my arms was killing me.
Now I can't sleep fine because I know I'm in a mess I can't get out of.
What can I do now?