I'm sitting here petting Angel, and she's purring up a storm, loving every second of it.

Its going to KILL me to hand her over, no matter how wonderful her new home is going to be. We've been through so much together, Angel and I. She's happy here and such a love. We have our big appointment with the orthopeadic vet next monday, and I keep hoping inside that what the vet says is so scary that the people adopting her decide that Nessa and Elfie are enough for right now.

Am I mean for hoping that? I love this little girl. Its going to be like handing my own baby over to them. I've had her for 4 months now. I'll have her at least another month before she can go to her new home. I've been accused of starving her. Accused of neglecting her. We've cried together over boo-boos and medicine. I've put up with her leaking poop everywhere and told her I loved her despite it. I've fought with hubby over the leaky poop issue. I've rished her to the emergency vets a few times. I've dealt with the guilt of her infecting my own cats. And through it all I've loved her completely.

How can I let this pretty little girl go?


My heart is breaking and I try to pull back emotionally, but I melt every time I see her. I keep wondering what she'll look like all grown up, with her mane fully grown in. How lovely and regal she'll be! I keep wondering if she'll have a growth spurt and grow into the size she's meant to be (she's still very small for her age from all the problems she had as a young kitten) She''s only been "healthy" for a week or two now.

I know she'll be happy with her new family. She adores Flutter's sisters. She adores the new people, especially new daddy. She'll be happy. I KNOW that. But I know inside I'll be devastated to see her go.