Today, I paid 126.00 to have a vet kill my cat.
She tried to be comforting while she said, “He was a good, strong cat.”
He peed on the tech.
Several hours later, I finished off a “perfect margrita” at Applebee’s wondering if my vet is a sort of sociopath. I will probably never go back there with any future pet.
Because that’s the place that killed the world’s best cat.
His name was Odin because he was missing one eye. He was my cat.
