My emotions are a mess right now. I generally try to keep the 'tone' of my blog positive but there has been a situation that has made my heart hurt badly these past several days.
It has to do with Bella. It's a bit complicated but by typing it all out here I am hoping to possibly find some relief and even closure.
We originally found Bella via our neighbor who I will name 'W'. W worked part time for a local realtor and he was needing to re-home his cat due to allergies. We took Bella and W said that if it didn't work out that she would re-home the cat for us as she does this 'on the side' for people. I had no reason not to trust her about that. She has lots of pets so I know she's an animal lover.
Well, after things not working out like we had hoped I contacted W and asked her if she would maybe ask around for a new home for Bella. This was on Friday afternoon. On Saturday she emailed to say she had found a home for Bella in Vancouver and she would take her in on Sunday. It was fast and we were relieved to have found her a home so quickly. We knew if it dragged out it would be harder on the kids.
So the cat was delivered on Sunday and I looked forward to hearing how it went. I emailed W and no reply. I emailed again...no reply. I knew she was home...I can see her house! I was getting really agitated at this point as I felt very very responsible to make sure this cat was re-homed properly and was happy.
I knew that my other neighbor friend had driven into Vancouver with W and so I emailed her instead to ask how things went. This is where things got very very bad.
I found out several things that made me really upset. First of all W sold my cat on Craigslist for $35 and secondly the cat was sold to to a man who recently got out of jail and lives in poverty in a slum-like apartment in East Vancouver.
Please before you judge me YES I'm sure an ex-con can love a cat as much as anyone else but can he afford to feed her (and his current cat) and take care of her properly? This is NOT the type of home I envisioned Bella going to. We would have kept her if we knew this was the alternative!
After hearing all this I needed some sort of peace of mind Bella was doing okay with this new living situation. So I asked W for this man's email address (I knew she had made the delivery arrangements with him via email) so I could at least ask him how things were going and to let him know if it wasn't working out we would drive out and pick her up. But W won't give it to me and my hands are tied.
I've never felt such frustration in my life. I know it's 'just a cat' and I can't believe that I feel so so upset by all this but I do.
As it stands now there is nothing more I can do but just hope and pray everything will be fine. And it very well COULD be fine...it's the not knowing that is hard.
So tonight I'll shed a few more tears for my poor kitty. Lesson learned: If you want something done right just do it yourself.