To keep one, I have to lose another.  I love my fiance.  I love her a lot.  I also love my cat.  She’s been my companion (don’t let your mind go there, people) for the past 10 years.  She’s been here in the house and helps keep it from feeling so lonely when no one else is here.

No, I’m not a creepy “cat guy” type person.  But Bear is like family.  I’ve helped her grow up, I’ve taken care of her.  We play games, she snuggles with me on the couch or in bed at night.  She’s important to me. 

So’s my fiance.  Who is allergic to Bear.  And despite everything, I can’t find a way to have both of them in the house.  So to keep one I have to lose the other.

The choice has been obvious, and logical.  But that means the decision is extremely painful.  After 10 years, I can’t just let her go in a heartbeat.  My life just took a serious change with dad passing away.  I no longer have parents alive.  It’s a major adjustment to deal with.  I’m not ready to deal with my baby Bear having to go away.

I am moving forward with trying to find her a good home.  I have to, as much as I don’t want to.  I’ve just been slow in making this decision.  Which has caused stress on the marriage front.  It hasn’t been intentional, and I pray my fiance knows that I am really sorry if she’s been made to feel second best.