Well...The ending to my story is the one I tried so hard to avoid. Yesterday I returned Hazel to the vet's office so she can have a chance in a new home. The return home was peaceful for about two hours. Then, somehow the two cats found their way into the basement and all h**l broke loose. I then found her in the dining in the middle of a puddle of urine. Luckily, I have no carpet in there. She also flew to the window sill in the living and peed all over that. I can live with growling and hissing; I won't live with pee and poop all over. No one would be happy with that.



It was at that point that I realized she needed a new home. I threw in the towel. It was one of the most difficult decisions I have ever had to make. However, I cannot live in a war zone and will not live with bodily fluids in inappropriate places.



There were lots of tears here yesterday and at the vet. She was still very hyped up when I got her there; even the vet commented on that. I was told "This is not the same cat who was with us for a week, even when Ben was here." There is obviously in this house that has her totally spooked. She did not settle down at all in the three or so hours she was home. I tried taking a nap with them both, and she was wired tighter than a spring.



This is extremely sad for me. I have been with pets at the times of their deaths. I had never before had to turn one back in. She was with us for almost seven months; I am trying to learn to see her as a "transition" kitty between the death of Ben's brother, Jerry, and whoever comes next. That will be a while. I need time to grieve. This hurts almost more than having a pet die. At least then, you know what happened and that nothing more can hurt them.



I hope Hazel finds a "soft spot" to land with someone who loves her as much as I tried.



Thank you for your concern.



Sheila

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