I'm here for support..for help. I'm killing myself with my guilt and it's horrendous. I have a long story as many probably do, and I don't know where to turn today.
Trying to make it short, I had started rescuing cats from a feral Mom in my yard that we starting feeding a couple years ago. I should have caught her right away to get her fixed, but I didn't. Because I didn't she had many litters, which I took in most of them...some I was able to adopt out. Anyway...I ended up at a point where I was overwhelmed...living in a tiny tiny home, and no basement etc...but we do have a motorhome...so I did for a while keep some in the motorhome, and we kept it heated in winter, air conditioned in summer...well I gradually bought them into my home after having them fixed.
I bit off more than I could chew because they were too cramped and starting fighting..a lot at times..other times they were okay. I knew I had too many with 14 inside and still caring for the mother/grandma...so after getting crabby one day I looked into a shelter for some. My husband finally agreed, but he didn't want to give any of them up...I made him take 6 with me to a shelter. As soon as I surrendered them, I knew I made a mistake, but thinking of how my kids and others think I'm "crazy" for having so many, I did it anyway. We went home and I cried for two days....finally we knew we did the wrong thing, and decided to go get them all back.
This shelter I thought was no kill but it's not...apparently they do put cats down that aren't "adoptable" or friendly...they only let one of us go back to find them so my husband went with a worker to search the hundreds and hundreds of cages while I waited frantically in the lobby. He came out shaking his head..none were found..I lost it and became hysterical...he took me to the car and tried to console me. I begged him to go back and do one last search...a few minutes later he came out smiling that 2 were found...of course the two that were still there were babies...we got them back...the other 4, they had no idea what happened, so they said. I know they put them to sleep..I know it cause they were still partially feral and no one would be able to handle them except us..and we even had a hard time...
This has been about 2 months now and I still cannot forgive myself...and keep crying off and on...My husband says we need to move on and just love the ones we have...we have ten left. But I can't stop seeing the others and feeling the most horrible GUILT you can imagine. I never thought I would feel this strongly about it...I was trying to be "logical" as so many people kept telling me I had too many cats...I should not have listened to anyone except my own heart. I keep seeing them and it hurts so much...especially one in particular who fought hard not to be put in the cage when we were getting ready to take them...that should have told me to stop right there and then...
I have since had the "momma" cat outside fixed so no more litters will be born...but I just dont' know how to get rid of this sadness and guilt I have for the four that I do believe were put down....it's so horrible. I hate myself so much for doing that...I can't forgive myself for it and I'm not no spring chicken...I have some health issues and recently lost my job and then a month later my Mom...so this is tearing me apart. I have times I'm ok, when I'm on facebook playing games etc...but then all of a sudden I see them and start bawling like a baby...
Don't know if anyone has time to read all this...as a matter of fact one of my cats is sick right now and I have to take him in to the vet..maybe I'm worried about him to and thinking more of the others because of that...idk...I just know that I will never worry about what others think of me and if I want to have 50 cats, I will...no I won't though...10 is my limit...but I feel like it when i see a little helpless homeless cold kitty outside...it's so sad.
Trying to make it short, I had started rescuing cats from a feral Mom in my yard that we starting feeding a couple years ago. I should have caught her right away to get her fixed, but I didn't. Because I didn't she had many litters, which I took in most of them...some I was able to adopt out. Anyway...I ended up at a point where I was overwhelmed...living in a tiny tiny home, and no basement etc...but we do have a motorhome...so I did for a while keep some in the motorhome, and we kept it heated in winter, air conditioned in summer...well I gradually bought them into my home after having them fixed.
I bit off more than I could chew because they were too cramped and starting fighting..a lot at times..other times they were okay. I knew I had too many with 14 inside and still caring for the mother/grandma...so after getting crabby one day I looked into a shelter for some. My husband finally agreed, but he didn't want to give any of them up...I made him take 6 with me to a shelter. As soon as I surrendered them, I knew I made a mistake, but thinking of how my kids and others think I'm "crazy" for having so many, I did it anyway. We went home and I cried for two days....finally we knew we did the wrong thing, and decided to go get them all back.
This shelter I thought was no kill but it's not...apparently they do put cats down that aren't "adoptable" or friendly...they only let one of us go back to find them so my husband went with a worker to search the hundreds and hundreds of cages while I waited frantically in the lobby. He came out shaking his head..none were found..I lost it and became hysterical...he took me to the car and tried to console me. I begged him to go back and do one last search...a few minutes later he came out smiling that 2 were found...of course the two that were still there were babies...we got them back...the other 4, they had no idea what happened, so they said. I know they put them to sleep..I know it cause they were still partially feral and no one would be able to handle them except us..and we even had a hard time...
This has been about 2 months now and I still cannot forgive myself...and keep crying off and on...My husband says we need to move on and just love the ones we have...we have ten left. But I can't stop seeing the others and feeling the most horrible GUILT you can imagine. I never thought I would feel this strongly about it...I was trying to be "logical" as so many people kept telling me I had too many cats...I should not have listened to anyone except my own heart. I keep seeing them and it hurts so much...especially one in particular who fought hard not to be put in the cage when we were getting ready to take them...that should have told me to stop right there and then...
I have since had the "momma" cat outside fixed so no more litters will be born...but I just dont' know how to get rid of this sadness and guilt I have for the four that I do believe were put down....it's so horrible. I hate myself so much for doing that...I can't forgive myself for it and I'm not no spring chicken...I have some health issues and recently lost my job and then a month later my Mom...so this is tearing me apart. I have times I'm ok, when I'm on facebook playing games etc...but then all of a sudden I see them and start bawling like a baby...
Don't know if anyone has time to read all this...as a matter of fact one of my cats is sick right now and I have to take him in to the vet..maybe I'm worried about him to and thinking more of the others because of that...idk...I just know that I will never worry about what others think of me and if I want to have 50 cats, I will...no I won't though...10 is my limit...but I feel like it when i see a little helpless homeless cold kitty outside...it's so sad.