There is something about adult animals that go to a shelter that break my heart. I know sometimes it is as the result of unforeseen and unmanageable circumstances and when those are the reasons it pulls at my heart strings. One of the hardest reasons for a pet surrender is when a person dies or goes in to a long-term-care facility and their life’s companion can’t find a home short of the shelter. Any cat who is ten or older and suddenly find themselves at a shelter, my mind wonders what they must think happened. I read those stories and know that I could become one of those crazy pet owners who has too many animals. I allow myself one cat and one dog. That’s my limit based on time we give our pets and the economics of being a responsible pet owner.
We once again found ourselves catless and I wasn’t sure when we would add a cat back into our home. You never are sure when the time will be right let go of your sadness and move on. Then if you are like me and are drawn to the older cats, there are so many of them. How to know which one is yours based on that picture online and a visit at the cat room at the shelter? Your tender heart grows sadder with each story. Yet, you know that there is only one cat you can change the life of, which one is it?
I found what I thought was supposed to be our cat last week. She was nearly 11 years old, and had been turned in because they had a new baby and the husband did not want her around the baby. She had been at the shelter since March. I called the shelter and it turns out someone had already put in a potential adoption for her. I knew destiny had found her a home and she wasn’t mine, even though I was sure she should be. This week she was still there and when I check it turned out the first person did not pan out. My gut was telling me go meet this cat. So we headed off to the city to the shelter for a meet and greet. We came home with a new cat.
The transition period is going well. We are still waiting for her to tell us what her name is suppose to be. She has a safe space where the dog is not allowed. She has wandered out of her space and explored her surroundings last evening after our dog, Harley, headed to his crate for the night. But it is going to take a little while for her to find her footing. She lost the only home she knew, spent four months in the limbo of a shelter, and now moved into a house. She has no idea what that means, but we have time and patience while she finds her footing in her forever home.