Last night I drove the hour and forty five minutes to take her to be rehomed. She won't meet her new family till today. We are completely torn up about it, and it honestly feels like someone has died to us. Literally feels like we are in mourning. Having to let a part of our family go that we REALLY didn't want to have to, but felt like there was absolutely no other option. I still just want to get in the car and drive back saying we've made a mistake, but we can't. I can't solve the bitch rivalry fights, and I can't keep them apart indefinately, it's no good for either of them. I can't risk my little girl getting caught up in it either, but it all just seems wrong. No one should have to do this.
Thankfully, if all goes well today, she will be rehomed with an 11 month old male, and a family where the youngest child is 14. Can only hope that they give her what she needs, all the fussing and attention.
The house this morning was so quiet.