My Neko is gone.
My mom took him away to the foster home today.
She was going to wait until Thursday,
but there was only one opening left at the home,
and she couldn't wait.
It was either that, or he'd go to the shelter,
where he'd more than likely be put to sleep.
At least this way, he'll definatly get adopted.
I mean... come on.
Who wouldn't want to take that cutie pie home
and cuddle him forever? <3
Still, I miss him. Very much.
I went down to the garage to see Kilala,
and I had no fat, barking fuzzball run up the stairs to meet me,
flop on my feet and demand pets. None of that.
I have to say, that'll take some getting used to.
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Neko, my baby. My favorite man.
I wish him luck,
and hope he finds himself with a family who loves him
as much as we do.
And I hope he can somehow understand why this had to happen,
though I know he probably doesn't.
I think what upsets me most about this,
is that he's sitting in a strange unfamiliar place,
with unfamiliar people,
probably wondering what he did wrong.
It depresses me more to think about
what could possibly be going through his mind right now,
than the fact that he's gone altogether.
I can deal with losing him. I know he's going to find a good home.
But I'm just afraid of how he's handling it.
And... dammit, I just want him back.
I don't see why has to go to a new family,
when he already has one. ;_;
