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| Meet Winston. He is seven months old.. |
The last six weeks I've struggled with making the decision whether to keep the little Siamese kitten I had adopted. I knew that I wasn't happy, but I felt guilty... so I continued to try to make it work until I could no longer ignore the inner disturbance...
It was time to surrender ... I had given it my best...
So I let go...
And in letting go, I promised myself that if I were to spend the next 15+ years with a kitty, it would be a match for both of us. Before the day was over, I got an email from a girl looking to re-home her cat. When I saw the photo him (Winston), I wept tears of joy. In being honest with myself about my own needs and letting go, the door opened for a new beginning...
