Yesterday afternoon, I received a series of frantic texts from my daughter, who is still living at home while attending college to become a veterinarian. They went something like this:
“(Attached Photo of Elderly Cat in Shelter) Can I bring him home?”
I replied, “No, but he’s cute!”
“But he’s 10 and he’s been here a LONG time. He really needs a home.”
“Your timing really couldn’t be worse. I can’t.”
“Can I put an adoption hold on him?”
“I can’t agree to that. Your dad is pretty set against the idea, we would need to discuss it. I don’t want to drop this on him.”
“But, he’s perfect!”
“You can bring it up at dinner tonight, ok?”
There was a long pause. I assumed that she was driving home but the next text I got read:
“Please don’t kill me.”
I was furious until the minute she got in the door carrying the box and said it again, “Please don’t kill me.”… [Read More]