Don't know how many of you remember about 2 yrs ago when I had to give my dog away.
She was my best friend - a German Shepard named Blue. She went everywhere with me - grocery store, taking my kids up to thier dad's house, she waited in my truck when I was out dancing, etc.
Anyway, I could not walk her & train her when I got sick and my kids, although they promised up and down, did not help at all. I would ask them to walk her, and they would tie her up in the backyard. Once they even tied her to the PVC pipe of my irrigation pump and a squirrel ran by and she ripped out the pipe chasing after it.
One day my mom pulled into my driveway (she doesn't come to my door or even come in and sit down) so I went out to see her while she sat in her car in my driveway, and Blue ran out with her hackles up, growling at my mom's car and would not obey my commands.
That was the last straw - I gave her away to a great family. I cried for days.
Anyway, I've never been a cat person, although my daughter is. She brought home a kitten about 4 years ago with my approval - and the cat, Cookie, joined our family. I secretly like her a lot - but I don't advertise it.
Then last year, she wanted another cat, and I missed Blue so much, that I thought another cat or two could replace her, so we went to the shelter and adopted 2 cats - Moo Moo and Petey - about a year old.
They fit in just fine. I enjoyed the company but they weren't as warm & fuzzy & affectionate as Cookie was.
Well, my daughter did not keep up her end of the deal - the cats frequently had no water (how hard is it to fill a bowl with tap water?) and no food (the bag was right in the cabinet!) and she did not change thier litter (I bought 2 extra litter boxes and the expensive multi-cat litter).
I warned her and warned her.
Then Moo Moo got out and was picked up by animal control. I had to pay to get him back and, of course, I got a lecture by the shelter on how I was irresponsible.
Then Moo Moo got out again, and was picked up by animal control. Again I had to pay money and get a lecture.
He got out yet again - the very next day - and didn't come home. I asked my daughter to call around (the vet, the shelter) to see if he was picked up.
Well, she didn't.
He was picked up again by animal control and they called the "authorities" to tattle on me. They reported that he was overdue for his shots and they called my town's police to report that he had no license.
I normally would never let an animal go without thier shots! Especially not after I've seen how bad tick bourne illness can be!
I've nagged and nagged my daughter to call the vet (the office is 3 blocks away - right in our neighborhood) and take the poor cats for checkups. I told her I would write out the check, and she could enter the dollar amount.
Yesterday the shelter called and, after scolding me and threatening me and giving me an earful of how bad a person I am, told me that Moo Moo had been picked up yet again!
Well, today I gave up. I've been beside myself worrying that the police or the SPCA would ring my bell and arrest me or issue a warrant or hand me a summons.
I told the shelter to keep Moo Moo. Then when my daughter came home from school today, I told her to put the other 2 cats in the animal carrier and we went to the shelter and surrendered them.
My daughter didn't even shed a tear or show regret - which illustrated that I had made the right decision. They'll be better off in a home where they will be taken care of.
I feel better; relieved; not worrying. I miss them though, especially Cookie, who was my friend.
Not a major deal, but another loss in my life that can be attributed to Lyme.
Thanks for listening,
Mickie (now pet free for the 1st time)