Today is a day that took me by surprise. The powers that be decided that Wretchen Gretchen, the household cat, would be put to sleep. I had expected to have at least some advance notice, but that wan't the case. I was sitting on the couch when Gretchen's master brought in her 'Cat Taxi' from the garage. Gretchen was laying next to me, since I'm the one who feeds her the most, her ears perked up, and her eyes got very wide!

From past experience, she knew that we were going to the vet. She HATES to get her shots, and did NOT like to socialize with the other animals in the vet building. I didn't go with them, and I had no real emotional link to her, other than being just another human in the house. Anyway, she was very nervous, as usual, and it was a quick push and shove into the 'Cat Taxi' container, and then off to the vet.

I was told that she, meaning Gretchen, had a long wait to see the vet, about 90 minutes. Once he looked her over, and examined her, he said that she probably had cancer of the digestive tract. It would be more humane to put her to sleep, rather than spending thousands of dollars to slightly slow down her impending medical condition. He left, but after another 15 minutes he returned, and had her paw shaved, and gave her the FINAL shot of her brief little life. It took only two minutes for her to become sleepy, and to fall into a coma, and then into a quick and painless death.

Her owner cried and cried. Her owner had her cremated out of love for her cat. After composing herself, she paid for the vet visit, and departed. Her beloved cat was dead, and her little body remained in a strange place, awaiting it's cremation, and passage into the next life...

Good bye Gretchen, even I will miss you.

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