If It Comes In Three's...

...I should be done for awhile.


This is Suzie. Her owner, (and my client,) was found dead last week of a heart attack. We are trying to find Suzie a good home.

The next day, a friend telephoned me in tears as he had to put his cat down that day.


The following day, another friend/client needed a ride to the vet to put her cat down.
We got to the vet's office, they took the cat, Joy, into the back, to prepare her. We finished the paperwork, and was lead to "the Comfort Room," which was furnished with overstuffed leather chairs and a table. The idea was to prepare Joy by putting an IV in, and bringing her to us, in the Comfort Room, where we could spend time saying goodbye, before the final injections. However, minutes later we were greeted by a very nice assistant, who told us that Joy's heart stopped beating before they could insert the IV.
Joy was ready to go, she just was holding on for her human's sake, and once she was separated from her, she could go.
If that isn't a testimony of love, I don't know what is!