Bittersweet

We have an official moving date from the moving company and Layne is scheduled to be in the King of Prussia office Monday. We traveled up to Pennsylvania a couple weekends ago and have a place all set up to move into. We (mostly I) have lists and lists of things to do before moving, one of them being finding a new home for our beloved kitties. We have had them since they were born and I have loved them like they were really my babies. Fur babies, that is. Knowing that we are probably destined for a few more years in an apartment, we thought our kitties needed more space and with a new baby coming, knew they wouldn't be getting the attention they want/need which could cause behavior problems down the road. Rather than deal with all of that, I started listing them on Craigslist every couple of days. I got some crazy responses and people I just couldn't imagine taking my babies. Finally, we got a response this past Sunday from a lady who would be "in town" that day and if she could come and get them. I had Layne call her and after the phone call, he said she must live on a farm because he could've sworn he heard a goat in the background. She showed up and sure enough, they have a big two-story house with some land and some dairy goats and chickens a little ways out of town. They also have a couple of kiddos. Our kitties were so scared when she got here and it was hard getting them into their carriers to leave with her, but I know that it is better for them and hopefully they have a better life than being stuck in a small apartment, only able to sit on the balcony and watch the birds out the windows. So it makes me sad that they are gone and swear I keep seeing them out of the corner of my eye at least once a day, but know that its better for them (and us) that they are with a new family, who I am sure will love them to pieces as we have.