I have a very dear place in my heart for this little fellow. His name is Jazz. My boyfriend and I rescued him from a parking lot when he was 12 weeks old, so we’ve had him for his whole life. He’s a gray tabby, about 2 ½ years old, and an absolute sweetheart. He’s got a great personality and loves to play. Even though technically he’s my boyfriend’s cat, I am very much his mommy and he was “my” first cat.
When I moved to Atlanta this summer, my boyfriend came with me. I had 2 cats and he had 3, so we’ve been working for the past several months on getting the cats adjusted to each other. It did not take long for Jazz to decide that he did not like this arrangement, and he started acting out as a result of the merge.
We’ve done everything that the vet has suggested to make the adjustment easier, but the vet is now recommending that we try and find him a home where he can be the only cat. It breaks my heart to have to find him a new home, but it’s even worse when I think about having to give him to an animal shelter. For the past 3 months we have been desperately trying to find a new home for him where he doesn’t have to share the litter box. We’ve had no luck.
Until this week. I sent a begging email to the entire staff of the theatre where I work, and because God is so awesome, a girl I have never met who works in our education department responded. Her sweet kitty died this past Friday, and she and her husband have decided to give Jazz a new home.
I am really upset that I have to give him away – he’s my baby, and I love him so much! However, I know that while it’s hard, this is for the best, and I am SO THANKFUL that God laid it on Rachel and her husband’s hearts to give Jazz a new home.