My doctor warned me that my asthma would probably continue unless I got rid of my cat. In the back of my mind, I knew this was true, but I came up with every excuse possible for my condition (dust, mold, cold air, exercise…), denying that Gizmo was the real problem. Now, with Noah in our midst, and his probable inheritance of my allergies, we knew it would be best to clear the air before any symptoms started to show up.

I got a call yesterday morning from my Mom, who said she would be coming to LA. She arrived last night, armed with pet carrier in hand, telling me what a great plan she had for him to move to Seattle and live with my sister. I was a little worried at first. Thinking back on my Sophomore days in college, I wondered how responsible she would be, especially in a house with 5 other girls. Convinced this would be the only option at this point, next to adopting him out to a complete stranger, Gizmo is now en route to Washington on his first plane trip…At least he’s staying in the family. I’ll at least have visiting rights and could potentially get him back one day if she gets tired of him.

We’ll miss Gizmo. A lot.