Oh I so know how you feel. I torture myself quite often at our SuperPetz store. They have a rescue called Animal Works inside - that is where I adopted both Jazz and Scout. I go in every couple of weeks to drop off newspapers for them and I end up staying an hour to play with the kitties. There is a little male kitten about 5-6 months old there that I have wanted since the first of June. Actually I was going to get him but ended up with Scout instead since he's been so sickly. His name is Angus and when I finally convinced my husband to go see him back in June I found out he had a URI. I went into the back to visit him and all the hair had fallen off his ears. I told them he had ringworm and the vet confirmed it the next day. Anyway, over two months later and he still has ringworm. He keeps getting re-infected from other kittens. I'm heartsick over him and wished more than anything that my husband would agree to one more so I could bring him home and get him healthy. He's white with gray spots and the cutest pink nose. He looks like he could be a large boy, if all this illness doesn't stunt his growth.

I go visit him every couple of weeks and leave almost in tears. Especially when I see the dozens of cats in the back room because there aren't enough display cages out front. If I had more time I would volunteer to play with the cats regularly but since I take care of my elderly parents my time is too limited. I just torture myself every couple of weeks instead.

Why do we keep torturing ourselves??