I'm re-homing Junie today. I realized last week that I haven't been able to take care of her like she needs ever since I started getting recurring major depressive episodes at the beginning of 2025. Even though I'm mostly recovered now, I still have slumps and lows where I can't do much for myself and her, and I don't have anyone who can pick up the slack. She's also expensive to care for especially as she gets bigger and will need more space. When I got her, I knew this and was ready for it but things have changed.
I've been feeling overwhelmed with her for a while and it finally boiled over last week. She's going to my coworker who has a space for her on their second floor attic type space, and she and her husband will take care of her. They also have kids that'll be able to have her as a pet and learn how to take care of something and have responsibility and all that.
Today is going to be really rough and it's going to take me some time to get used to her being gone and to grieve having to give her away. I wish things could've worked out. I wish I hadn't gotten sick. I know that this is what's best for both of us, but it hurts.