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Hi there,
My sweet kitty, Paprika, passed away a little over 2 months ago. I recently got my sweet kitty tattooed on my leg in rememberance of her because she was a big part of my life. Here is a pic of the tattoo:
The artist did an amazing job. The eyes are really what strikes me every time I look at it because they are her eyes.
So, I knew I would adopt again in the future but wasn't sure when exactly. Recently, my fiance's mother, who takes in cats frequently on their ranch property, came upon an older woman who needed to part ways with her cats as she unfortunately was in end stage cancer and would be placed in hospice soon.
My fiance's mother took the cats in but found that they had been declawed. She has put them in a bathroom for the time being in the house since they aren't safe outside. My fiance suggested I adopt them since I have an opening essentially. I thought about it for a few days. Then I went over to meet them and I felt very happy with the cats. Believe me I have been snuggling as many cats as possible since my Paprika passed but I felt something special with these two kitties. Even my fiance noticed that they actually perked up with me.
I went away for Labor Day weekend to see my family and thought on it some more. When I came back, I decided to adopt these babies because they need a good home. I have space and pretty much became a vet because of caring for my sick kitty for 18 years so they will be in good hands.
The past two days I have been preparing my home for their arrival. Today, after work, I went to Petco and bought them food, bowls, beds, litter, etc. You name it. I started to feel guilty all of the sudden. I realized that for the past few years I had not really bought anything fun for Paprika because most of what I spent on her went to medications and special foods and bags of fluids.
I spent quite a bit of money on supplies for the new kitties. I put my things in my car and drove home and the next thing I knew I started to cry. I almost feel as though I am betraying my Paprika but I know I am not. I will never be able to replace her. She was so special to me and these cats need a good home. Why do I feel guilty? Seems so silly...
My sweet kitty, Paprika, passed away a little over 2 months ago. I recently got my sweet kitty tattooed on my leg in rememberance of her because she was a big part of my life. Here is a pic of the tattoo:
The artist did an amazing job. The eyes are really what strikes me every time I look at it because they are her eyes.
So, I knew I would adopt again in the future but wasn't sure when exactly. Recently, my fiance's mother, who takes in cats frequently on their ranch property, came upon an older woman who needed to part ways with her cats as she unfortunately was in end stage cancer and would be placed in hospice soon.
My fiance's mother took the cats in but found that they had been declawed. She has put them in a bathroom for the time being in the house since they aren't safe outside. My fiance suggested I adopt them since I have an opening essentially. I thought about it for a few days. Then I went over to meet them and I felt very happy with the cats. Believe me I have been snuggling as many cats as possible since my Paprika passed but I felt something special with these two kitties. Even my fiance noticed that they actually perked up with me.
I went away for Labor Day weekend to see my family and thought on it some more. When I came back, I decided to adopt these babies because they need a good home. I have space and pretty much became a vet because of caring for my sick kitty for 18 years so they will be in good hands.
The past two days I have been preparing my home for their arrival. Today, after work, I went to Petco and bought them food, bowls, beds, litter, etc. You name it. I started to feel guilty all of the sudden. I realized that for the past few years I had not really bought anything fun for Paprika because most of what I spent on her went to medications and special foods and bags of fluids.
I spent quite a bit of money on supplies for the new kitties. I put my things in my car and drove home and the next thing I knew I started to cry. I almost feel as though I am betraying my Paprika but I know I am not. I will never be able to replace her. She was so special to me and these cats need a good home. Why do I feel guilty? Seems so silly...