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We had to re-home our cats because one of our kids was allergic. He was having a daily struggle to breathe, so we finally gave in.
One of the cats wasn't a problem. She was an adult, but she was small and looked like a kitten. Trouble was the other one didn't look like a kitten. He looked like a mountain lion. I was concerned no one would adopt him. No kill shelters wouldn't take him, and I refused to let him live out the last sad days of his life in a cage.
I was talking to a vet, asking her for ideas, and I told her I'd have him put down before I'd let him die in a cage.
She took both cats to their kennel and started trying to get them adopted. When a little girl wanted the smaller cat, she told her parents that they couldn't separate them, so they took them both.
That was about 20 years ago. I still feel terrible about it.
Of course, now the allergic son is loving with his girlfriend and they have three cats.
I find myself feeling doubt if I can go through with it. Idk what to do