A year ago to the day, I had to let my Feia go. It was the hardest yet an inevitable decision, and I was really devastated. Only four weeks after, I left my home and my (now ex-) boyfriend behind and moved with fluffy Atze and Watson into a small new house. In the first couple of weeks I was really busy, everything was new and after all, I did the whole move by myself (OK, for the move itself I had a moving company, but you know what I mean, right?).
The two cats were not too happy at first. They liked the garden in the new house but one night some bully tomcats in the neighbourhood beat Watson up badly, so I decided not to let him out again (after Watson’s surgery, a one-week stay at the vet hospital and three weeks aftercare I’ve had have enough). At that time I was also really busy at work and simply couldn’t afford driving to the vet every other day.
So, the overall situation was at least challenging with Watson not being happy at home. And I felt really guilty, all the time.
Basically, those were the first couple of months in 2014. Confusing, chaotic, hectic. Until, after long hours – days and weeks, actually – of thinking and talking to family, friends and other pet lovers I decided to look for a playmate for Watson. I was really scared and it took me another couple of weeks, but after all I found a cat boy for adoption – not too boisterous, not too shy, very friendly and playful.
And what can I say – we’ve been very, very lucky, the cats and I. Toby is – first of all – not a replacement for Feia. No cat could ever replace Feia. He is – well, Toby. I’ve never come across a cat so calm, friendly and always happy! He is a perfect companion for Watson (who has become a proper house cat) and shy Atze. We love him to bits and can’t imagine life without him.
I’m myself again – a better self, actually, I think. In the past year, I’ve learned a lot about myself (at 41, ugh – but it’s never too late, is it?) and about others.
And so, here’s to a really happy New Year!