Dear all,
My heart is heavy. I've always judged people who adopted and realized they made a mistake, and I've never rehomed any of my animals before. That being said, I don't intend to rehome mine, but I need to talk about this.
Six months ago I fostered and then adopted two kittens from a shelter. When I was waiting to get them back after they were spayed, I had a gut feeling: I should leave. But then I thought of their little faces again and thought that they could be adopted by bad people (they okay a lot of people at that shelter) and I shook the feeling away.
Now that I'm into my second semester of grad school and about to start a Ph.D., I am angry with myself. I am angry because I always had pets, cats, horse, rabbit, rats. I knew it's a lot of work, I knew the cost, I knew. I thought I'd manage, because I had always done it at all ages including when I was already an adult and lived in my own place. Adopting two cats was the goal down the road, and I regret it.
My kittens are still young, which might make it worse--but I am thinking of commuting a total of three hours to work/school next year so I can stay in the city that I love and feel comfortable in, and I just realized that that will mean even less attention for my babies.
They also have a bunch of little issues that I never encountered with my previous cats, notably digestive, and that I don't understand. To me, having a cat was easy. But this is not easy.
They just get in the way in all meanings of the term and I feel horrible for them. Is there anyone here who went through the same struggle and stopped regretting their choice? Does it get better when they're adults and a lot more chill? My previous cats either went outside or were grown when they were in my apartment.
Thanks for reading.
My heart is heavy. I've always judged people who adopted and realized they made a mistake, and I've never rehomed any of my animals before. That being said, I don't intend to rehome mine, but I need to talk about this.
Six months ago I fostered and then adopted two kittens from a shelter. When I was waiting to get them back after they were spayed, I had a gut feeling: I should leave. But then I thought of their little faces again and thought that they could be adopted by bad people (they okay a lot of people at that shelter) and I shook the feeling away.
Now that I'm into my second semester of grad school and about to start a Ph.D., I am angry with myself. I am angry because I always had pets, cats, horse, rabbit, rats. I knew it's a lot of work, I knew the cost, I knew. I thought I'd manage, because I had always done it at all ages including when I was already an adult and lived in my own place. Adopting two cats was the goal down the road, and I regret it.
My kittens are still young, which might make it worse--but I am thinking of commuting a total of three hours to work/school next year so I can stay in the city that I love and feel comfortable in, and I just realized that that will mean even less attention for my babies.
They also have a bunch of little issues that I never encountered with my previous cats, notably digestive, and that I don't understand. To me, having a cat was easy. But this is not easy.
They just get in the way in all meanings of the term and I feel horrible for them. Is there anyone here who went through the same struggle and stopped regretting their choice? Does it get better when they're adults and a lot more chill? My previous cats either went outside or were grown when they were in my apartment.
Thanks for reading.