I adopted Boo right around the time I started this blog -- she grabbed my heart while I walked past the cat cages at PetSmart, and I knew she had to come home with me. We had only one other cat at the time, Kitty, who tolerated Boo, barely. Boo ran around the house, stealing my floss and stashing it in a pile in the corner under our computer desk. She waited for me to get out of the shower every morning. She came with me to work for a while (to give poor Kitty a break). She slept in my hair at night. And she loved me.
The spring after we adopted Boo, we adopted Ruby. Then Giblet. Then Zero and Dottie. By that time we were fostering kittens who came and went like leaves on the breeze. With every addition, Boo became more anxious, less sure of herself, and more prone to swiping at the other cats in the house.
We tried pheromone wall plug-ins, Prozac, extra play time, and even visited the vet a few times to make sure she was healthy. But our vet said some cats really just need to be one-and-only's. Boo is a smart girl, and that, our vet said, can be a problem. She just never was used to the idea of sharing a house with lots (and lots...and lots) of other cats and kittens.
So, as much as I love her, I had to let her go this week. I took her to the shelter for a check-up and surrender, then carried her to PetSmart to look for a new home. It was hard for me. It was hard for her. And although I have tears in my eyes and look around corners at home for her beautiful face, I know that she is on a journey to a new chance at happiness and love and peace and security. Yes, I posted that she needs to be an only cat. Yes, I posted that she is smart, and loyal, and that she has been well-loved.
Sometimes when you really love someone, you have to let her go on her own journey. I hope she is happy, and I hope she knows I love her.
I'll miss you, Boo. Always.