Pebbles & My Bad Moment

I have had Pebbles for just about three years.
Throughout those three years, I have kept in regular touch with the rescue about Pebbles and her issues.

They know what is happening.
They know the care I have given.

So, Branwen offered to take Pebbles to her parents' farm in Wisconsin.
To be INDOORS.
I said yes and Daya said no. Vehemently, no.

But last night Pebbles peed all over my bed again and I hit bottom.
I really had a bad moment.

I contacted Branwen and I sent a note to the rescue lady.
She got really nasty.
Unfriended me.
Treated me like I'm one of those people who switches an old animal out for a new one.

SHE KNOWS THE SITUATION.

I am so hurt.
I have done everything right, made an effort to do everything right, and it is all for nothing.
Still, I am seen as one of those awful soul-less animal-dumping people.
By someone who knows what has been going on and should know better.
Because we have discussed it many times, in depth.

I cannot, ever, in any situation- no matter how far I go to do the right thing- get a break from people.
No matter what, everything gets all screwed up.

Pebbles remains with me, no plans have been made for re-homing her.