I don't know how all of this has come across... but I want to be clear that this has been a HEARTBREAKING decision for us (for me in particular).
After last night's incident we felt we needed to proceed with haste.
The Humane Society had space and Mr F called to tell me that we needed to rush her over there before they closed.
Kid and I sobbed the entire way there.
And all through the intake process.
Then we went to see the cats.
Kid stopped crying.
I looked like I had just buried one of my children.
Or like I had the most raging case of double conjunctivitis ever seen in a human.
Then I proceeded to sob the entire way home.
And then some more when I came in to all of her things strewn about where she left them.
I feel compelled to go there every day and walk her... but I don't know if that's actually good for her... or me.
Plus, we'd probably come home with a cat a day.
I'm really hoping she gets a good loving home this weekend.