A few weeks ago I had to give away my youngest boy Quincy. He just wasn't settling down or getting on with my oldest. I gave him to a lady who works in the local pet store and he has now moved out of the town to her house. I always ask after him and sometimes I just look at all my pictures of him and cry. Do you think I am a horrible person? I just want him to be happy and I know he wasn't when he was living with me.