At the Vet's

Back at the vets with Annie for a blood test and medication readjustment. Some confusion among staff as to what we are there for. While this gets straightened out I look around.

A very large man is filling out paperwork and from his talk with the receptionist his pet (never did find out whether cat or dog) is there to be euthanized. Instant sympathy. He calls a number they give him and arranges for cremation and to receive the ashes. By now I am practically in tears. He declines to be present. Always seems to me that one owes the animal to be with it during its last moments no matter how upsetting. Anyway, I am feeling lots of sadness and empathy and casting glances at Annie, glad that she is sitting in the carrier in relative tranquility. So I never notice what Significant Other sees.

The man has helped himself to a dog biscuit from a "cookie jar" on the counter and scarfed it down. The thing is, the bisquits are shaped like bones and there can be no mistaking that this is a dog treat. Absent-minded, due to grief? He was a very big guy. Intentional? Eats dog biscuits all the time and finds them tasty. Dunno. Life, as they say, goes on.

I recall some horrendous trips to the vet and so there is always something tinged with sadness and regret. Annie felt frisky enough today to chase Thisbe out of the home office which Annie regards as HER territory.

Cats!

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