(What happened to me yesterday)
I came back from church around 4:15, and noticed a car in front of the house, so I knew it was the original owner of the cats coming to pick them up.
I tried to be as quiet as possible, as I didn’t want anything to do with saying goodbye to them, but the house owner came upstairs asking me if I knew where Ume-chan was.
Of course I knew, as she always hides on top of the fridge downstairs when visitors come.
So I went down, got her out, put her in the carry bag they brought, clamped down on the velcro opening that she kept trying to nose open, and watched them put Tora-chan into a bigger carry bag.
He was naturally more docile, and got in with little problem.
Then I took Ume out to the car, put her in the back, they put in Tora, and as Ume could get out by prying open the velcro, I had them shut the doors and roll up the windows, then I let go and hurriedly shut the back door.
We waved goodbye to them, me in tears.
First time I’ve cried about saying goodbye to a pet since my dog Stubborn back when I was around 16 or so and I bawled my eyes out, and couldn’t help my brother take him to the vet to put him down at all.
Tearing up again just typing this.
Hope we have 4-legged friends in heaven, and we can all gather around Jesus.