The Last Day

Today is the last day we’ll be apart.  Rob gets on a plane tomorrow with the cats.  This last week has been the worst of it so far.  We’re both exhausted, emotionally, mentally, physically.  Rob has been sleeping on his parents’ sofa for the last few nights after his furniture was picked up by Salvation Army.  The cleaning of the apartment has taken forever.  As weary as I feel today, it’s worse for him. 

There have been times when I’ve felt guilty about Rob being the one to move.  I’ve had my fair share of long distance romances and always, they involved me being the one who would have to move.  Not this time though.  But the guilt lingers.  Is it fair to take him away from his family and friends? 

I know the cats will be a bit upset by this whole process and Samson will have to adjust to having them around.  We installed a radio controlled dog door on Tuesday so the cats can’t get out but Samson can.  He’s not so sure about this new door.  It beeps at him and it’s a bit heavier than our previous one.  So far, he’ll go out the door but doesn’t want to come back in.  Not fun at 2am!