I know my entries have been non existent for abit. There's been a great deal going on and I was hoping to write when I had better news but since it's not coming in the foreseeable future, I thought it best to at least acknowledge it.
A week ago this past Tuesday we discovered that Dooley had once again urinated on our livingroom sofa. That was with full plastic in place (he crawled under it), and while we left him out unsupervised during a day at work. Truth be told, we were convinced that his accidents had been as a result of his urinary crystals and since he had been placed on prescription food and was using litterboxes perfectly, we let our guard down. It's really hard to know what the cause is, but we're hopeful that now it's the fact that our boy Silly and Dooley don't always get along, and that a home on his own might be just what the doctor ordered. Sooooooo this coming Saturday we're moving him to a foster space where he'll be the only pet in the hopes that that is the magical answer.
As if it wasn't sad and frustating enough to know that we couldn't see him adopted from our home, he also had WONDERFUL adopters who were interested in him last weekend that we had to let know that sadly he could not be adopted currently until the source of this issue is resolved. They were so appreciative of our honesty, and I try to console myself by remembering that everything happens for a reason, but right now the only thing I feel is a big mix of sadness and defeat as I'm really going to miss this boy.
Not sure where this road leads at present, this experience has been awful for all involved, but hopefully time will tell.
