Lordy

I've just had a very difficult day. I rescued this kitten from my place of work. The library has a group of stray cats. This one kitten was in really really bad shape. I took her home, but boy was she a handful... but also very affectionate and not too much of a complainer, considering that she has a whole catalogue of problems. Anyway, I can't really keep her. Well, I can, but I can't. My situation is that I'm probably not going to be living where I'm living for too much longer. I plan on moving back home eventually... and sooner rather than later. I've already started saving towards, but I don't know how long that will take. So my problem is, I have a cat back home being taken care of by my folks. He doesn't like other cats, and I wouldn't suffer the hassle of bringing him across the border, so I couldn't see myself bringing her back with me... and a kitten has a really long life span. I'm babbling. I brought her to a vet who said he'd shelter it until it was adopted. I feel a bit lonely now. I hadn't really grown too attached to her, but I feel kind of like I've been robbed. In a way, it happened so fast. I was bringing her to a shelter to get her looked at, and I ran into two people who got distressed by the idea that the kitten would be euthanised at this shelter. I would never have left the kitten there. I was mislead on the phone that someone would look at the kitten and be able to tell me whether the kitten had curable problems or not. These two people were going to this vet. I'm really happy that they didn't try to kill me (getting in a car with complete strangers is generally unwise... more unwise in Brooklyn). I paid the vet for the battery of tests, and left the kitten there with the promise that it could stay there until it was adopted. I kind of feel a bit apprehensive. I guess I want to make sure the cat is ok, and I feel guilty that I didn't keep her. Very, very guilty.