I know I’ve been too sick for too long now. This is how I know. I’m writing this at 3pm on Tuesday. (I know you are reading this on Wednesday.) I have fever again. I’m on the verge of tears and I shouldn’t be. I know this isn’t “the big stuff”. But those of you reading this who know me know that the best gift of any kind that I can get is an adoption. That is what I have teased about the last couple of days. Only I’m sitting here on Tuesday afternoon feeling the disappointment of a big letdown.
A couple of weeks ago, someone found Winnie’s Wish on Petfinder. She and I entered into an email dialogue. Now let me explain something. There have probably been a dozen of these “finds” since Winnie’s Wish has been a Petfinder member. Someone emails about a particular cat. I enter into a dialogue with them. What has happened every time is that we don’t get very far in the conversation and I just stop hearing from them or they tell me they’ve changed their mind or in one case, the person didn’t want to sign the contract. But this time is was different. This person kept emailing. We discussed EVERYTHING about the adoption and made our plans. It seemed it would be a perfect home. We worked through all of the details. The most amazing part was that she picked Mitts. I was so happy to know that sweet, sweet Mitts was going to have a home - by Christmas! We set December 18 as the day for the transport. Then just when we got all of the details worked out, and I was going to post about it, I got another email from someone who found Winnie’s Wish on Petfinder. I entered into a dialogue with this woman, and she was interested in Circe. She and I emailed over this past weekend, and we were tying up some loose ends on Monday. I thought Wednesday (the day you are reading this) would be the day I would be writing about TWO ADOPTIONS. About the only thing I love as much as GETTING an adoption is SHARING it with those of you who read me and care so much about the kitties here. But just a few minutes ago, I received an email from the first woman. She has changed her mind.
Mitts and Circe have been here SO long (as have Glitter, Cashmere, and Spritz). I couldn’t have been more excited to know that Mitts FINALLY had a home of her own. The disappointment has me near tears and I KNOW this is partially because I have been feeling so bad (physically) for days and days now. I’ve barely been keeping my emotions in check as it is. Now Mitts won’t have a home for Christmas. And I’m not going to post a bunch of excitement over Circe’s possibility until I KNOW it is going to happen.
Sweet Mitts is the one who once had a home. Unfortunately, the full series of kitten vaccinations was never completed for Mitts. AND - she was never spayed. She got VERY sick, and almost died. We took her back and worked for a very long time to keep her alive. She is healthy again, yes. But she is a cat who needs a human.
I try to stay “up” on this blog. You guys who read here know that there have been some very sad times - times when furry little angels have struggled and even died. I would much rather be dealing with the disappointment of a spurned adoption than the horrors of suffering or loss. But I have to say this hits hard. There hasn’t been an adoption here in a long time. Then all of a sudden it seemed that TWO Gray Girls were about to get homes just in time for the holidays. I will remain hopeful that Circe will go. I will remain sad that Mitts got so close.
I’m going to close for now. I’m not going to post on Thursday. I think I probably need to get well. Keep your fingers crossed that my second adoption hopes will not be dashed because we all know how deserving our Circe is. And if you would, send a little prayer that Mitts will still end up in a (perfect) home of her own. She wants and deserves it so very much.
Have a good weekend. See you next week.