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Things had been going fairly ok. Rumpleteazer and Buttercup had been getting along fairly ok, with the occassional spat here and there but nothing serious. But tonight, though I will never know what triggered it, it spilled over into violence, something beyond my control, something I was afraid to try and break up. Rumpleteazer came out of it with a bad scratch across the nose and Buttercup, well, Butters was the loser in this one.
She ended up being crated and taken down to the local SPCA to be…surrendered. I was upset about it all evening…Brandon tried to calm me but, except for brief moments, I haven’t been calm at all. I can’t seem to stop crying and wishing I hadn’t been so hasty in telling him to ‘do it before I change my mind’ as I said over and over and over just before we took her down. The lady at the SPCA said if Butters didn’t calm down enough to be handled numerous times on a daily basis, she would be put down.
Now I’m sure I’ve condemned my sweet kitty to her death. She’s alone and she’s scared…she’s never been around so many cats and she isn’t used to being handled by anybody but me a zillion times a day. I worry about her and I miss her so much. I’m afraid to sleep because I know when I wake up she won’t be there for our morning rituals. No more facerubs, no more headbonks,no more purring kitty on my lap. I can’t stop crying and I miss her so goddamned much it hurts. I keep thinking I screwed it all up, that I made the wrong decision, that I should’ve given her one more chance to work it out with Rumpleteazer. I really should have. I told Brandon I don’t care HOW much it costs, I want to go down tomorrow when he gets off work and get her back, but he says it’s better to leave her there. But I can’t see myself leaving my little clown there…I just can’t. I betrayed her trust and her unconditonal love for me by doing this.
I promised when I brought her home she would be home to stay and now look what I’ve done. I told a lie to her. She’s gone now and I want her back so badly I can taste it, surely as I can taste the salt from my tears. But part of me knows I will never see her again, except in memories and dreams of days gone by and perhaps, if I am lucky, on Rainbow Bridge, if I ever get there someday. I am worried about what will happen to her, if she’ll find a good home, if she’ll be ok. Brandon also told me that if Rumpleteazer doesn’t get along with the baby, out she goes. The cat…not the baby. I can’t bear the thought of that either. It’s bad enough losing one cat but to lose both because of this baby will surely kill me I think. I don’t know. I know right now I’m not thinking clearly because I’m so upset about this. I try to think straight but then I see her face and I start crying all over again. I wonder if I’ll ever get over this. Brandon reassures me I did the right thing but I"m still unsure, still so uncertain as to my own decisions on ANYTHING. What if I messed up? Now I have no way to right the wrong I did. Ever. If I can’t handle this…how can I handle a damn baby? I’m not fit to be anybody’s mom…I’ll screw it up like I screwed this up. I can’t do this and yet I know it’s too late to undo the pregnancy, even if I really wanted to, which I’m sure I don’t at the moment. I feel so bad for feeling ambiguous about the baby right now, like I’m commiting a crime or a sin or something. I’m not sure what’s going on in my head. All I know is my heart is shattering into a zillion tiny kitten shaped pieces at the moment.
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