yuunikkiHow do i get over the sadness of rehoming my cat?
The only thing that helps is time unfortunately. I had to put down the sweetest little guy a couple years ago to renal issues, and I still catch myself thinking of him from time to time. The pain never goes away fully, it just becomes less sharp over time. Instead of being heart breaking it’s just a little sad to think about now.
The best thing is to grieve, and then when you’re ready get a new kitten. The joy of having a new kitten to love will help a lot, at the very least you’ll have your hands full for a while! Took me about a year or so to be ready, but everyone is different.
I think it does if you know they’re in a supportive loving home. We had two cats and they didn’t get along but we’re happy enough if they got attention from us. When our firstborn came along we knew that the cats would have a lesser quality of life as a result. They’d fight and be anxious, and we were snappy and sleep deprived too. I mentioned it to a guy at work and he said he and his new wife were keen to take on a cat. They spoiled that cat and gave her a better life than we could, and he kept us updated on her hobbies, health and that sort of thing. It made it easier for sure.
We moved house and the remaining cat had more space to play so he was happy. Lived til 18.5 years old and was given lots of hugs from our toddler over the years
Bro, did you just say the cat has hobbies? I’ve owned three cats in my life and none of them have had hobbies other than sleeping, eating, licking their butthole, and staring at birds through the window.
So your cats hobby was bird-watching.
Uriel238 [all pronouns]My cat’s hobby is chasing twistie_ties and watching what I do, whether I’m in the kitchen or gaming at my computer
My previous cat was an absolute foodie and had to give whatever I was eating a sniff. (She sampled meaty and cheesy dishes). She was also a breve junkie. She also loved ping pong balls (the 40mm precision sports ones) and would watch them bounce down the stairwell.
I meant just like general cat activities, daily routines and stuff but mainly butthole licking. I just didn’t know how to phrase it and now I’m some anthropomorphing cat weirdo.
freedomenjoyerGet another new kitten
Did your mother take you to the adoption center to pick out a new kid?
No we got a new cat
Damn u got replaced with a cat
froghorseMy longtime gf (we live together) has been petsitting for these wealthy clients (old friends) for 4 years.
Same dog, whole life of dog.
Gf tells me that clients are getting rid of dog. That either we adopt the dog or clients will have it killed.
They have several conversations about this.
I ask to join the conversation, seeing as how it’s my house and life that will be greatly affected here.
Gf refuses.
Bring it up with clients. Clients blow me off.
3 weeks later we have a new dog.
I feel like a doormat. And the clients totally bullied my gf into this. But I’m the bad guy if I bring it up in conversation to gf or clients.
It’s like some kind of abused housewife situation.
So you saw someone ask “Does the sadness of rehoming a cat ever go away?” and then proceeded to not only ignore the question, but hijack the thread to complain about being a servant to a rich couple and how you don’t like that you don’t have any sway over their property or decisions. You probably get “blown off” by real people all the time. You are not a doormat: you are a doormat with the word “entitled” written across.
Well that was some clumsily strung-together invective. Maybe switch to decaf. It would improve your mood and your writing.
You have thousands of down votes. You hate science. You have a very convenient personal philosophy that allows you to avoid discomfort while your dumbass girlfriend works to feed you like a pathetic little toddler. Get a job or do something for someone otherwise SHUT YOUR HOBOSEXUAL MOUTH
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I don’t see how this answers OP’s question?
It’s of tangential relevance. This is how we explore the problem space.
We had to re-home our cats because one of our kids was allergic. He was having a daily struggle to breathe, so we finally gave in.
One of the cats wasn’t a problem. She was an adult, but she was small and looked like a kitten. Trouble was the other one didn’t look like a kitten. He looked like a mountain lion. I was concerned no one would adopt him. No kill shelters wouldn’t take him, and I refused to let him live out the last sad days of his life in a cage.
I was talking to a vet, asking her for ideas, and I told her I’d have him put down before I’d let him die in a cage.
She took both cats to their kennel and started trying to get them adopted. When a little girl wanted the smaller cat, she told her parents that they couldn’t separate them, so they took them both.
That was about 20 years ago. I still feel terrible about it.
Of course, now the allergic son is loving with his girlfriend and they have three cats.
I find myself feeling doubt if I can go through with it. Idk what to do
Time / you wait, like other grieving