Yesterday I sat on my ass. In the middle of the afternoon, got a call
from someone we hadn't seen since 2006... cat vomiting for "last two or
three months," now urinating on floor of kitchen. Time to put the cat
to sleep.
Nope, hasn't been anywhere else. I told my OM "Well,
at the very least I'll probably end up keeping it since it was a great
cat, fixing it, and finding it a home."
"Oh, no you won't. She
demands to be present. She wants to witness it when you kill it. She's
calling around for prices and going to the cheapest one. I'm afraid
she might call back."
So here I sit... no money. Shitbag wants
to kill her nice cat that is, in all likelihood, treatable. For the
past ten years I would have told her to get bent... but I was prepared
to do a convenience euthanasia because it was the only way I could keep
the lights on.
She never called back. There's competition for convenience euthanasias now.
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