Going Back In Time -- Sabina and I Part After 14 Years

Okay, so the blogs that I'll start to post began a few months ago, but oh well, I'm a bit busy at the moment and can't focus any time on blogging for a little while yet. Besides, how could you possibly go on with your life with these gaps in my timeline haunting your dreams?

I know, I get that a lot.

Here we go....
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Sabina and I Part After 14 Years

A few weeks before leaving “the States” for New Zealand, I drove from Missouri to Wisconsin where I tearfully gave Sabina and Fergus to my mother. Yes, my mother lives in a nice, spacious house, and yes, my mother loves cats and loves MY cats and so, they will be well-cared for, but I cannot express how sad, not to mention, unbelievably shitty I felt handing them over.

Why not take them with us? Well, it’s a 6-month, $3000+ process to get each cat to New Zealand. Not to mention the traumatizing vet visits (have you ever seen a cat get its blood drawn?), and a grueling flight across the Pacific Ocean. Not to mention the month of quarantine once they get there. It was pretty hard on Bina when she went through it a couple years ago, and now that she’s been beginning to show her age, I couldn’t bear to do it to her again. Also, we didn’t have the 6-month window we had last time, and not only would it be unfair to ask someone to partake in this arduous process for us, you also are supposed to be on the same flight as the cat as well, which would be impossible.

It really sucks because Bina is the best. Cat. Ever., and Fergus has been the best cat I’ve ever had (yes, just swallow the contradiction). My mother sends me almost daily updates on their activities, which make me smile and sniffle. I know that New Zealand is what we both want, and I know they will be happy cats, and I know I will adopt animals again once we get there, but still, this sucks. It really sucks.