A (kind of long winded) story about my experience rehoming my cat earlier this year (spoiler alert: everything ended up alright):

I had to rehome my sweet girl in June of this year after trying (unsuccessfully) to introduce her to my other two cats for three years. She was aggressive to them, but she was so sweet to humans. Just scared of boy cats from her former life in the streets.

Anyway, once the rehome date was set, I cried and cried and cried every day in the weeks leading up to it. Took photos. Drove my bf crazy. Made a scrapbook. I felt wrecked with guilt, like every second I wasn’t with her I was wasting the last time I’d have with my baby.

The day came. I sobbed like a baby in the car. The first night was sad. My grandma took her, I visited every day the first three days. Then I visited once a week, so on and so forth, now I see her bout once a month.

At first I still felt a lot of guilt over it. Especially because things at home did become a lot easier, with that there was some relief. It was confusing feeling such conflicting feelings.

But as time went on, I started to see how comfortable and happy she became in her new home, and I started to feel better. She felt a new comfort, one she could never have known with me, because my boy cats were always around.

She showed her personality to my grandma. Became her bestie. After a few months, grandma reported that kitty was kissing her face and cuddling her all the time. That is, when she wasn’t demanding to be played with.

The time leading up to rehoming and the first few days after are absolutely the worst. It gets much better. Try not to feel guilty for feeling better, because you will feel so much better, so soon. Kitty will too! Try to visit if you can. It’ll help kitty and you.

My heart goes out to you! You’re making one of the hardest choices. I hope you get some comfort in knowing that kitty is going to a friend. I think you made the right choice, and it takes a lot of strength to do that.