A sad/bad day, turned good in 10 minutes

Yesterday was a bad, sad, and good day all in one. Pat and I have decided that it was time for us to find a new home for Montee. His seizures have gotten worse this month, and we realized it would be the best thing for him and us if we found him a loving home that could take on his challenges. 

We thought it would take months in order for us to find the right home for him, so we started the process this week. Surprisingly, the response was overwhelming. Many people wanted him, despite his medical conditions, and there were a handful of very promising candidates that I felt would be able to handle his breed, seizures, and treatments. 

One of these candidates was a family right here in Brooklyn. They had a Sphynx for 9 years. Toward the end of his life he had various medical conditions, including seizures, which happend everyday and could last up to 15 minutes. They had to give him a variety of pills everyday and even handled a feeding tube. They were willing to do whatever it took to prolong his life so they could love him until the very end. 

The wife works at home, so she would be able to be with Montee all day. They have an 11 year old daughter that is so excited to have Montee. They recently went a Sphynx breeder, as it had been 2 years since their cats passing; however, the husband didn't feel right about adopting a perfectly adoptable Sphynx. He wanted to rescue one. 

The lady told me, that she felt it was a sign that Montee was meant for them because I posted Montee on a Sphynx Rescue site on September 16th--their deceased Sphynx's birthday. 

I had a phone interview with them, asking them all sorts of questions. I even got their vets number so I could call and check up and get their opinions on whether they were suitable owners. This family got glowing reviews, saying that they were loving, caring, never missed and appointment, and did everything they could for their cat. 

Even though we weren't expecting to find such a perfect match for Montee, and were not mentally prepared to give him up so soon--we feel this is the right move, no matter how hard it may be. 

So, on the day that we decided to give him to this family, Pat and I walked home from work through Central Park. It was a hard walk as we discussed if this is really what we want to do. We came to the conclusion that this is not what we WANT to do at all, but it is what we SHOULD do.

Just as we came to this decision, which made us both upset, we were approaching the Bethesda Fountain (our favorite spot in Central park). On this particular day, as a tender mercy from above, there was a special treat waiting for me to relieve the stress I felt that day--10 minute massages by the fountain. 

 

Of course I couldn't use the chair to it's full potential due to my belly, but the massage was great and changed my mood 180 degrees. It's amazing what a little massage can do. 

I needed a "I love NYC" day.