The realization dawned to me today that in my moving, I have to sacrifice what I've grown attached to and cared for the past 2 years. Even if it wasn't mine to start out with, my feline companion has always made my day by showing up in front of my doorstep in anticipation of its food, a good rub or being cheeky enough to slip into the house for a good scent mark.

Regardless of what that meant, the time spent will soon just like that. Housing agents don't look to kindly upon pets, especially ones that aren't supposed to be on the premises or if neighbors complain. It doesn't matter if your pet is the nicest thing in the world, if some things are written in black and white, they are meant to be followed and enforced with full authority.

That leaves little to compensate for. For what do you do when you're faced with desperate times with an opportunity for salvation? The right thing, of course.

So I am going to miss his sleek jet black fur and piercing green eyes. But for what's best for everyone, the only thing we can do is leave the things we have to leave behind and find a home for the things we can't deny. Sacrifice is a bitch no matter what the intentions were to begin with.

I can only imagine what it's like when the day comes to sacrifice the people that I care for. For better or for worse, it's always a matter of perspective. For better or for worse, it's always a necessary evil. One I hope I can live with.

Just like I did with my cat.