two months ago I "compromised" & drove my two beautiful kitty boys to Ohio to "retire" with my dad.
I knew I would miss them, but I also knew they would be happy in a place in which they could roam, inside and out.
so I drove 500+ miles, shed some sad tears as I parted with my roommates of many, many years and headed back to the big apple.
two months later—despite knowing that they are sooo very happy—I miss them. terribly.
I spoke to my dad this AM and mentioned this to him (actually, I mention it a lot). two hours later he sent me pics of a "little and diez" photo shoot (my dad is a photographer). witness three of my boys (dad included).