Dear Catster reader,
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An adoption, but a not so happy ending
Alex was the foster kitten we have had for almost a month now. We medicated him and got him over the cold he had and we loved him and cared for him. when we took him in we said right from the beginning that he was not going to stay. We were only going to foster him until we could find him a new home. Well I found a local family who wanted a kitty and they took alex. They are so nice and kind people and they loved him right from the start. I know they will take good care of him and they said we we definitely keep in touch. So knowing that I cared for Alex and found him a furever home, why do I feel so devestated now that he is gone?? I just keep crying. I want my baby back. I miss him terribly. I miss hearing his jingle bell collar as he runs down the hall in the middle of the night. Pants keep meowing and looking for him. I miss his cuddling up with me at night. I ache so much. I would love to call these people up and tell them to give me my Alex back but I can't do that. That would be terrible. How did I get so attached to him in 4 weeks? I already have 4 cats and my landlord would kill me if he knew I took a 5th. I knew from the beginning that we could not keep him forever, but now I feel heartbroken that I don;t hearthat tiny squeak of a meow greeting me as I come through the door. I can't bear to look at his pictures because I just keep bawling. I wonder if I did the right thing. Does he miss us? Does he think we abandoned him? Am I nuts? Is this normal? Do other people who foster cats feel this way too? I miss my baby. I just want my baby Alex to come home.