Argh.

My friend is in the Air Force. About two years ago she found out she was being sent to Korea for a year and then she would be stationed in Hawaii. She had two cats and was looking for someone to watch them while she was in Korea and then ship them to her in Hawaii. Being the nice person I am, I told her I would watch them if she couldn't find anyone else. Of course I ended up with them. And then about a month ago it all fell apart. It ended up costing way more to get 'em to Hawaii then she had been told and had planned for. So now I got the pleasure of finding 'em a home. In the town where I live, there are lots of ads in the paper for free cats so I decided I would take them to a shelter. I really didn't want to, so I looked up one of the shelters that I had seen. It was a "no kill" shelter and there are more and bigger towns around this shelter so I decided to make the hour and half drive to drop them off. They pooped twice in their crate, I looked back and the older one was drooling uncontrollably. It was heart wrenching. I was good til I walked back out to the car to leave. As I drove away, I broke down a little. Now I am not an emotional person at all, I hate crying. But there I was driving away from the cats I really didn't like and wasn't horribly attached to. After a year and a half, I guess I got to like them a little. Still not a big cat person, and I'm not gonna miss their hair. I just hope they find a home where someone will love them and treat them right. I called my mom, she assured me they would find a good home. Dropping them off was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I'm a little mad at my friend (their owner) for putting me in that position. It sucked to say the least. And then to top it off, Duke lost their game today. My bracket is so screwed. Argh...