In the middle of our Week of Christmas, we also had to say goodbye to one of our family members.
Oh, wait. That wasn’t as heartbreaking as I intended it to be. Here’s the truth:
Friday the 26th and Saturday the 27th were action-packed.
My newest nephew was born on Friday morning, and later that afternoon we sold the Escape.
Saturday morning we took Tybalt to BloNo to meet my friend Lindsay, who had graciously volunteered to take Tybs to Nashville on her way to Florida. Then that afternoon, we celebrated Christmas #4, and that night we had our going-away party with friends.
It was a rough, emotionally-turbulent couple of days.
Friday night, we blocked Zigs out of the living room and had one last brushing session (me) and play session (Andy) with Tybs. He seemed to enjoy all the extra attention, in as much as cats ever enjoy attention that they didn’t initiate themselves.
Saturday morning, we loaded him into the car, along with his surprising amount of stuff, and headed to BloNo. Lindsay and her son Jack greeted him cheerfully, and I felt confident that Tybalt was in good hands for his long road trip that day. I was still relieved, though, to get an update later that evening, showing him in Shirley’s hands. (Shirley is my friend’s sister, and she’s the awesome retired librarian who immediately got his name reference and eased my mind by adopting our boy. She’s my hero.)
I’ve talked to Shirley a couple of times in the last week and Tybalt seems to be settling in nicely. He may miss having Ziggy to torment, but I think it will be better for his heart to have a more relaxed environment.
And many thanks, again, for our friends who chipped in towards the next year of Tybalt’s medicine. I can’t thank you enough for making it easier to rehome our boy.
Then I got a one week reprieve before having to say goodbye to Ziggy.
I’m (still) having such conflicting feelings on the Ziggy situation. On the one hand, it’s easier because I know this goodbye is just temporary. We’ll be back in a few months to get her and she’ll be joining us in Switzerland. This is “just ‘see you soon.'”
But… on the other hand, Zigs is my bud. I love Tybalt, but he’s a cat. For dog people, there is nothing like the unconditional love of a dog. I miss her lying at my feet while I watch TV, or coming to the baby gate at the top of the stairs to check on us when she’s downstairs, or begging for an ice cube whenever we open the freezer.
I also wasn’t expecting any real separation from her. We always planned for her to come to Basel with us, so having to rehome her while we’re in our first apartment really threw me for a loop.
Thankfully, my friend Cristy volunteered to let Zigs stay with her while we’re in our first apartment. She has a big dog with finicky hips, so I knew she’d be able to handle anything Ziggy might throw at her for the next three months.
So after a great morning at my niece Margeaux’s birthday party, we headed down to meet Cristy in Collinville.
I didn’t take a lot of pictures of Ziggy leading up to our goodbye because I just couldn’t. I couldn’t dwell on it because it would have been one more thing on the pile of stuff that makes me so sad about this move.
I did get a picture of G in the car on the way to Collinsville, and you can see Ziggy’s crate in the background.
Cristy’s being so great about this, though. She’s already posted several pictures of Ziggy on fb so I can see how she’s fitting in, and we’ve had a few text conversations so far when she’s had questions or I’m just freaking out about this whole thing in general.
Thank goodness for the Internet, man. It will allow us to communicate with everyone back home while we’re off on our European adventure, and it also enabled me to place my sweet pets in the best possible homes.
For now, though, I’m just left with this resounding thought: