Last week we placed an ad in our local paper for Thor, but no luck yet. I'm a little surprised; I thought between Craigslist and the paper, we would have had a couple of hits--but no such luck. There's a local farm I'm hoping will want a barn cat (a perfect life for him!), but my hopes are not high.
We were really hoping not to place Thor in a shelter, but the odds are not looking good. It's either that or let him out and hope that between us and the neighbors he'll get food, affection, and shelter once in a while.
When we took him in, I had no idea just how difficult this would be. It isn't the money we've spent at the vet's office (and we've spent an amount that was quite a lot for us) that's so hard; it's the combination of love and uncertainty, of feeling so strongly that you want an animal to live a long and happy life in a good and healthy environment while just not knowing where he'll end up.
This has been one of the most heartwrenching experiences I have ever known.
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