So I let my little kitten go to a new home, and she was happy and the people were happy. They were taking a big step, getting a new kitten after loosing a cat to old age a couple months ago. They let me kiss my tiny girl good-bye. My kitty was so outgoing because she traveled with me everywhere. Back and forth to work, to college, everywhere. I know this kitten will be treasured in that family, so all was good.

I come home today, feeling sad of course since I let my baby go, and my water dragon, Alastor, was dead.

I held him and sobbed, but I feel a bit happy as well. Why? Because he had an awesome day before he died. His belly was all full with waxworms (full of fat so they are like heaven to reptiles) and mealworms. He looked like he felt bad today, so I filled up the tub with hot water and let him soak there for an hour or two. He was in heaven, just relaxing in the warm water. I then dried him off, and placed him under his heat lamp where he warmed himself and fell asleep.

I guess he never woke up...

It makes me see life as a full circle. On one hand you have sadness that comes from giving away a precious life that you have raised, and giving that happiness to another family who deserves it. Then you have the happiness that comes from a suffering animal, who leaves his lifeforce behind.

Odd, isn't it?




** For those who don't know Alastor's story...he was brought into the clinic after his original owners left him in the snow to die. They moved from their apartment. The new apartment owners brought him in, and since I knew what he was I took him in. He had a broken leg that had over-lapped itself and healed. He was also chronically ill. Never to be a healthy animal. I did all I could for him, supplements, vitamins, calcium, good diet, plenty of warmth, food, and love, but he never thrived. He would have his good days and his bad days, his sick days and his healthy days. I hate to see him go, but I'm glad he went well fed and happy.