I recently adopted a pair of bonded sisters I was fostering. Now I regret it. The main reason I adopted them was because I didn't want them to be separated, which was compounded by my SO of 2 years breaking up with me the day I brought them back to the shelter to be sterilized and put up for adoption.
I tried not to do it but I drove back to the shelter two days in a row and ended up bringing them home with me because I wanted the comfort and familiarity they could provide. They're approx. 5 months old and I adopted them approx. 4 weeks ago. The shelter is willing to take them back and isn't worried that they're too old now to find a home, but I just feel awful about it.
They're sweet, loving, well-behaved girls but I'm daunted by the thought of being responsible for them for the next 20 years. I had a cat for 16 years and I was devastated when he died, but I also fully embraced the freedom of being pet-free. I got into fostering because it was a way to have cats temporarily when I wanted them while doing something good for the world. Then I went and did this!
I feel sick to my stomach all day every day over the commitment. The thought of abandoning them at the shelter kills me but so does the thought of having this responsibility until I'm an old woman (I'm 47 now).
Every time I decide to keep them or rehome them, I change my mind but I know it's getting to a point of no return and I've set myself a deadline of this weekend to decide one way or the other. I need some help and words of wisdom...
I tried not to do it but I drove back to the shelter two days in a row and ended up bringing them home with me because I wanted the comfort and familiarity they could provide. They're approx. 5 months old and I adopted them approx. 4 weeks ago. The shelter is willing to take them back and isn't worried that they're too old now to find a home, but I just feel awful about it.
They're sweet, loving, well-behaved girls but I'm daunted by the thought of being responsible for them for the next 20 years. I had a cat for 16 years and I was devastated when he died, but I also fully embraced the freedom of being pet-free. I got into fostering because it was a way to have cats temporarily when I wanted them while doing something good for the world. Then I went and did this!
I feel sick to my stomach all day every day over the commitment. The thought of abandoning them at the shelter kills me but so does the thought of having this responsibility until I'm an old woman (I'm 47 now).
Every time I decide to keep them or rehome them, I change my mind but I know it's getting to a point of no return and I've set myself a deadline of this weekend to decide one way or the other. I need some help and words of wisdom...