I'm not sure where to post this. Chloe and Gus-Gus, two of my 3 bottle kittens were adopted this sunday. I knew right when I took them with me that I wouldn't keep them, that I was just helping them to survive and grow up before I would let them go. But somehow along the way I got so attached to them that I forced myself not to think about the day they would leave. But now they're gone in a loving family and my house feels so empty. Before, it felt like there was too much going around and it was true because my place is not big enough for 5 grown up cats (I already have two of my own). I didn't know it was that hard to let them go. It was my first time fostering. I feel like I lost my babies. And Lily will soon be adopted too so I will have to go through this again.
I just needed to tell it to someone that would understand.
I just needed to tell it to someone that would understand.