I'm not exactly new to this site, I used to post on it years ago, under a different screen name. Due to life circumstances, I stopped, and now I'm dealing with a situation and knew this would be the place to ask for advice. This will be a long story/post, so I appreciate it if you make it through!!
So, when I was 19 years old I got married to my high school sweetheart. We adopted 2 cats from a litter of kittens that a stray that my mom somehow acquired (she was pregnant when she showed up on her doorstep). Named them Luna and Nova. They are the sweetest cats. So smart and loving.
After a couple of years, we were financially stable enough, and we decided to adopt another kitten from a shelter, so we did. This entered Ares into our lives! Another super sweet kitty. So loving.
These cats are my babies. I would do anything for them. I spent money on cat trees and expensive food. I groomed them and played with them daily. My husband loved them too. Called them his crazy babies. They rewarded us with love and affection and comic relief when things were going bad. I can't even describe the amount of affection I have for these animals. I truly love them.
Fast forward about a year. I was very unhappy in my marriage. The man I married had over the past year had developed a pretty severe online gaming addiction. He would be online 18 hours a day if I didn't say anything, which I often times did. We began to live like room mates and things got bad. I was depressed and unhappy. He had moved me to an area that I didn't know anyone so he could go to school and I was supporting him by working. After he refused counseling, I decided that I was done with the relationship, because he clearly didn't care. This was in February. We were living in a small college community, and the only apartment I could find was one that didn't permit pets, so I made the heart wrenching decision to leave the cats with him. I knew he loved them too, so I knew they would be in good hands. I would watch them for him when he had to go places on weekends or he had training he had to go to. I miss (missed) them terribly. So much that if I even though about it I would almost immediately start to cry.
So, as I moved on from that relationship, I met my current boyfriend, and moved a couple hours away with him. I'm currently living with him in a duplex with two other room mates.
I received a text message from my ex-husband a couple of days ago saying that he has to move, he won't be taking the cats with him (not because he can't, but he doesn't want them anymore), and that if I don't take them then he'll be taking them to the shelter. I have two weeks to find them homes. This breaks my heart. I can't beleive he would even consider taking them to the shelter. I know we got these animals together and they are both of our responsibilities and I'm trying to figure out what to do.
I currently live in an apartment that doesn't allow animals. My sister is considering taking one of the cats, and my mother won't take them because she already has four. I know I will do what I can to keep them out of a shelter, including moving them into this duplex with me, where they are not allowed. I just worry about the landlords finding out and kicking us out. Our lease isn't up for another 6 months. I really don't know what to do. I WILL NOT LET THEM GO TO A SHELTER! I want to make sure if they are not with me that they are with someone who will love them like I do. Even though they don't live with me, I still love them and they are still my babies. I still cry because I miss them, and I've been crying all day because I don't know what to do. I don't really know what the purpose of posting this is. I guess I just needed to vent really. Any suggestions would be appreciated. I'm just trying to do the right thing for my babies.
So, when I was 19 years old I got married to my high school sweetheart. We adopted 2 cats from a litter of kittens that a stray that my mom somehow acquired (she was pregnant when she showed up on her doorstep). Named them Luna and Nova. They are the sweetest cats. So smart and loving.
After a couple of years, we were financially stable enough, and we decided to adopt another kitten from a shelter, so we did. This entered Ares into our lives! Another super sweet kitty. So loving.
These cats are my babies. I would do anything for them. I spent money on cat trees and expensive food. I groomed them and played with them daily. My husband loved them too. Called them his crazy babies. They rewarded us with love and affection and comic relief when things were going bad. I can't even describe the amount of affection I have for these animals. I truly love them.
Fast forward about a year. I was very unhappy in my marriage. The man I married had over the past year had developed a pretty severe online gaming addiction. He would be online 18 hours a day if I didn't say anything, which I often times did. We began to live like room mates and things got bad. I was depressed and unhappy. He had moved me to an area that I didn't know anyone so he could go to school and I was supporting him by working. After he refused counseling, I decided that I was done with the relationship, because he clearly didn't care. This was in February. We were living in a small college community, and the only apartment I could find was one that didn't permit pets, so I made the heart wrenching decision to leave the cats with him. I knew he loved them too, so I knew they would be in good hands. I would watch them for him when he had to go places on weekends or he had training he had to go to. I miss (missed) them terribly. So much that if I even though about it I would almost immediately start to cry.
So, as I moved on from that relationship, I met my current boyfriend, and moved a couple hours away with him. I'm currently living with him in a duplex with two other room mates.
I received a text message from my ex-husband a couple of days ago saying that he has to move, he won't be taking the cats with him (not because he can't, but he doesn't want them anymore), and that if I don't take them then he'll be taking them to the shelter. I have two weeks to find them homes. This breaks my heart. I can't beleive he would even consider taking them to the shelter. I know we got these animals together and they are both of our responsibilities and I'm trying to figure out what to do.
I currently live in an apartment that doesn't allow animals. My sister is considering taking one of the cats, and my mother won't take them because she already has four. I know I will do what I can to keep them out of a shelter, including moving them into this duplex with me, where they are not allowed. I just worry about the landlords finding out and kicking us out. Our lease isn't up for another 6 months. I really don't know what to do. I WILL NOT LET THEM GO TO A SHELTER! I want to make sure if they are not with me that they are with someone who will love them like I do. Even though they don't live with me, I still love them and they are still my babies. I still cry because I miss them, and I've been crying all day because I don't know what to do. I don't really know what the purpose of posting this is. I guess I just needed to vent really. Any suggestions would be appreciated. I'm just trying to do the right thing for my babies.