In Decemember I had to give up two of my cats because my new loadlord only aloud 2 cats and my fiance had one and I had three. My caseworker took one and we droped the other one off at a vets office. Not a day goes by that I don't hate myself for droping my cat off at a vets office. My cat had a lot of medical problems and almost diesd at one point. It wouuld also go to the bathroom wherever he liked. I loved my cats more then anything in this world and feel like a bad person. I cry all the time thinking about this. Does this ever get better?
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