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Hard times require hard choices

Fidál (Grace), 14 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 167 BE – Tuesday, March 15, 2011 about 1:55 PM Pacific Time

I do not want to write this entry. I have to take the remaining cats to the animal shelter tomorrow. I think the cats know what is going to happen because Midnight lays curled at my feet while I type this entry. I reach down and pet him periodically; he purrs when I stroke his fur.

I have known for sometime it would come to this because of the difficulty caring for Mom and the cats. I am having difficulty keeping their litter clean. We cannot afford to take them to the vet. It is difficult to afford food and cat litter. I cannot take proper care of the cats and Mom at the same time; therefore, I have to take the cats to the animal shelter.

I am going to tell Mom that I am taking the cats to the vet because they are ill. When we do not bring them back, I will have to tell her they were very ill and I left them at the vet. Alternatively, I could simply tell her that vet found someone who wanted to care for senior cats and I gave them away. I do not know what I will tell Mom tomorrow.

Mom is going to be angry, but I can do nothing about Mom’s anger. I am not happy about this decision. Hart times require hard choices.