I’m struggling today. I dropped my senior cat off at his foster home yesterday and said (a temporary) goodbye. He is stressed, of course. I’m sad. And I carry the burden of guilt. I wasn’t feeling the guilt before I left him there, but it turned on full force today.
Saying goodbye is nOt easy
Maybe it’s the reality of it. Maybe it’s just sinking in that we are moving very far away. No one is guilting me about my sweet cat. My mom will be caring for both my kitties, because she is a saint, really. But I am burdening her. He’s a pretty old cat and she is basically going to be caring for him for the rest of his life. He has special needs and won’t likely still be living when we return to the USA.
I wasn’t quite prepared for the emotions I’m feeling. I really thought I’d be okay, especially knowing that the cats are getting high quality care. It’s pretty much the best one could ask for.
I’m still uncertain about whether one or both dogs will be able to join us in Mexico (one is a bulldog and they are pretty much not allowed to fly due to their smooshed noses). Getting information on these things has taken an infuriatingly long time.
This is the worst part so far
Even with my cats having a great foster home, I’m not really okay at the moment. I’m not waltzing off into the sunset with excitement. I’m sad.
In fact, I’m very sad. And we haven’t even started saying goodbye to friends and family yet. How do people do this?
Have you moved far away from your family? Have you moved to another country or traveled indefinitely?