Ebony went to her new home on Saturday. She is living on a farm about an hour from our place with a really great guy called Ben, who Duncan guesses is either in his mid to late fifties or early sixties. Duncan took her on Saturday as I couldn't face going. He was happy to report that he's sure Ben will take good care of her as he loves cats and lost his last one to a snake bite. We've already been told that she's settled in well and is sleeping on his bed.
I've mostly been ok, but now and then I just burst into tears because I miss her terribly. The house is not the same without her. I wake up in the morning and she's not curled up on our bed. We sit down to watch TV in the evening and she's not curled up on our laps. There's no scratching at the door, asking to be let in or out.
In some ways it's worse than if she died because I've never had to give a pet away before. I'm glad she's settled in, but I hope she just misses me a little bit.
I think it will take some time to get used to the fact that she's gone. I'm always going to wonder how long she lived.
I feel bad because when I adopted her from the Cat Haven seven years ago, I promised her a furever home. But, at the same time, I know it's not my fault, Rory's health comes first, and I have peace that I made the right decision.
I'm thankful for God's good gift of pets, and I'm thankful to have had Ebony as my cat. She drove me crazy at times, but I just want her back.
Here is my tribute to her: