Earlier this week, my mom and I had to give away one of our cats. They (or he) had been peeing on the carpet on an ongoing basis for months, and we tried everything to stop them. We hoped we had solved the problem.
We hadn’t. The remaining cat, Conan, has continued to pee on the carpet. I want to think it’s “stress peeing”, and that is will stop in a week or so, but I know I’m kidding myself. Conan has to go. Mom and I both have asthma, and Mom is being affected by the cat urine fumes. Eventually it will become a serious health problem for both of us.
I’m absolutely torn up by this. I’m still missing the other cat, Schrodinger, and now I have to give up my other baby, too. We thought about giving it another week or two, but I think the watching and waiting would be agony for both of us, and I think I’d probalby end up coming completely unglued. I’ve been a sobbing wreck for the last half hour.
How could Conan do this to me? How could he put me in a position where I would have to give him up? I love this cat like a child, and it’s tearing me up to have to let him go, but I have no choice anymore.
He’s meowing pitifully at me right now. I think he senses that something is up.
God, I can’t deal with this.