As I pressed the keys of the EFTPOS machine, I realised this was the last time I would be paying a bill at this vet’s. I had brought all our cat things along – flea treatment, warm rugs, cat basket and toys – to give to the vet to use for living pets.
Last Saturday we had visited to have our old cat Mittens put to sleep – she was too sick to cure and too sick to go on. SInce We’d had to have Tiger out to sleep about 6 weeks ago, Mittens had at first been happy to be the centre of attention, then confused that Tiger was not around, then just got sadder and sadder…Their story is in the documents in the Campbell Capers section on the right.
This vet has treated all our pets since 1975 – all of them cats except for Sally.
* Zachy who we found after our first cat, Tiger, was run over;
* Sally who came to us as a puppy after Zachy disappeared when Elwyn was a baby. Rob and Jeanette went out to buy a goldfish and came home with a puppy! It was the last thing I needed with a baby in the house, but she became a dear friend and we loved going for walks together until she died of leukemia when she was 7;
* Sifa and Difa – sisters who came to us from Elwyn’s teeball coach;
* Tigger who Jeanette found at a model railway in the southwest after Difa was run over – the runt of the litter who we realised was deaf when she too was run over when still a kitten;
* Mittens who Jeanette found as a sick kitten at the cats’ refuge home and nursed back to health;
* Tiger who found Rob and I in King’s Park on a morning walk and came home with us. As we had Sifa and Mittens at the time we thought it best for Tiger to go to the vet’s as the practice cat, but when SIfa was run over some months later we asked the vet if we could take Tiger home and that began a cat friendship between Tiger and Mittens that lasted for 18 years. It ended in June this year when Tiger was put to sleep.
So tonight, for the first time in our 36 years of marriage, Rob and I are not responsible for any pets.
It’s very strange…