Basically this is something that just happened and I know it's kind of a dumb story but...my mood is very low right now and I need to get this off my chest. Plus I don't have many followers here and not many read my journals so here goes...
So 2 days ago we found a stray kitten in some gardens near home. Like, a really, REALLY small kitten, a newborn. She even had the umbilical cord attached to her. Her sibling had died and their mom seemed to have rejected her litter, so we took her home, or else she probably would have died in the cold that night. For the past 2 days I've been taking care of the tiny kitten, feeding her every 2 hours with a bottle, keeping her warm and overall making sure she was all right. She's been such an adorable little thing. She loved to hide in my pijamas because she was really comfortable in there, and then climbed out and screeched at me when she was hungry. Even our dog loved her.
The bad thing was...we are not allowed to have a cat in the place where we currently live. So...we had to start looking for a new family for her. However, what I didn't expect is that a candidate showed up the very same day we started looking! They were a nice family, who also owned other cats before and knew how to take care of a baby. So, we handed our kitten to them just some hours ago.
And you would say "But that's a good thing! If you can't keep the kitty it's great that she has a family now, right?" and yes, it indeed is a very good thing. I'm sure her new family will take great care of her and love her very much. But... I still feel so...sad... Like if I hadn't done enough. Like if I had...given up on her or something. I remember her little face and just start sobbing. I know it's been only two days with her and I'm probably making a mountain out of a grain of sand, but...I miss her already.
so anyway, vent rant over. I guess this will be deleted when I feel better