Mr. Sterling left about an hour ago. He went to his new home in another town about an hour away from me. This morning when I woke up, I had an epiphany. I can’t do this anymore. I shut down my nonprofit for a reason. I cannot do the work anymore. That realization became quite clear to me when I discovered I couldn’t even pick Sterling up correctly. My hand does not want to form around anything that I am picking up. I can’t even open up the Sheba kitten food packet because in order to do that you have to hold the container and then peel the heavy foil back. Again, my right hand said “Nope” even giving him his medicine was difficult. My right hand shakes periodically. My trigger fingers on my right hand fire off whenever they want to. I just realized that I can’t do the work at all anymore.
I called his new mom, she was so excited to come and get him. I gave her a long list of what to do and not to do with him because he’s not out of the woods until he gets so sutures out. This is definitely going to terrify him. He is a scaredy-cat.
I had no choice. He was a lot of work and I got him to the point where he’s not so much work. But I can’t have him here. Having back to back therapy appointments that run an hour at least has left me so exhausted. I did everything I could do to get him healthy.
At this point in his life, he’s not acting like a normal kitten. But he is had so much going on with him. We have no idea of his history, but I am afraid that he’s sick beyond just the surgery that he’s had and the pain that he’s endured. But I’m hoping for the best because he really is a sweet boy.
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