Warning: this post contains detail of what happens when you take a cat to the vet for the last time – please do not read if this might upset you.
I never had a pet growing up. With both my parents working, and a combination of allergies and phobias through the family, it just wasn’t a priority. I remember asking for a puppy once and, realising that it was never going to happen, accepted the “no” at the first attempt. When my husband and I first moved in together he made a case for us getting a cat – the perfect low-maintenance pet: give them love and remember to feed them, no walking or grooming, no cleaning cages or tanks, and perfectly happy being left while you’re at work. I remember not being bothered either way, I’d never had a connection with a pet, but he wanted one so we got a kitten. Continue reading Goodbye Greebo