I haven't decided to take up another language (although I always wish I was infact bilingual). I simply wanted to find another way to mark another kitty leaving us for their happily ever after and I've always found the French phrase for good luck, a nice one.
Yes, Holmes was adopted this afternoon. His new Mom "C" is a lovely woman, one who recognizes the importance of providing kitties with a safe, healthy environment in which to flourish, and also someone who loves them unconditionally all the wile, offering a wonderful home. At first I will admit that I was somewhat skeptical of her interest in Holmes simply because she already has 5 other cats, but upon meeting her, asking a barrage of tough questions (all of which received very sound, make sense answers), and learning that she has obtained a vet who does house visits to limit the stress for her babies, I admit, I was onside.
I guess my reservations stemmed from the fact that he was such an incredible boy who had had something so awful done to him that I once again felt my over protective nature kicking in. But if I'm brutally honest, that same trait seems to kick in with all of them, and I always find myself able to let go.
The truth of it is.......my home is just a stop on the road to where they're going.