Thank you all for the continuing support. I am so depressed, I just can't find the energy to do anything more than take care of the 5 cats and 2 ponies. If it were just my son, I have to believe that I could influence him, but his wife is in charge, and I've explained about *her* mother - there's just no hope for little Nya. (I believe they're bringing her home today - Thursday.)

Lisa is probably right: I'm more upset than Nya will be - I hope! But more and more, I think my sadness is the fact that my son - *my* son - condones and defends this. I just can't get my mind around that, for it's certainly not the way I brought him up - or so I thought. It also saddens me that my grandson will now grow up with that same "I don't give a damn about the animal's pain" attitude; they're teaching him that furniture is more important than a living, sentient being. It's so, so wrong; sorry - preaching to the choir here.

I feel as if I'm adrift with no land, no anchorage in sight; it's only all of you who are keeping me from totally losing it. Thank you ever so much.