About a month ago I had to give up two of my cats because the apartment my fiance and I were moving into would only allow two and we had four. One cat went to my friend and the other went to a shelter. I feel so bad. The cat that went to the shelter was 5 years old and I had him since he was 2 weeks old. Plus he was medically not well and would go to the bathroom wherever he wanted to. I feel like bad person for giving him up and cry all the time. I hate myself right now. I think about my cat all the time and can't get him off my mind. How do I deal with this. I loved my cat more then anthing in this world
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