I was dreding taking Marcel to the Vet today for his well kitten visit. It was the first time I had been there since putting Scooter to sleep and picking up his ashes. I saw the book with his picture in it, and got teary. I was hoping that they would not put us in the same room that Scooter had been put to sleep in, but my fear came true, and when they opened "that" door, I felt like the floor opened up and I had fallen in. Going in that room brought back such sad memories, the same table he had been on when he took his last breath, where we said our goodbye's. I can only thank God that the vet that put him to sleep did not come in. He was on duty, but maybe they didn't want that. Or, maybe it was just luck. I'd have really broken down if he had come in.
On a much happier note, Marcel is just fine and healthy. He behaved just like a typical kitten at the vet, attached himself to my back. (Ouch). The vet gently peeled him from my back and at least that was somthing to laugh at.
He got his 2nd distemper booster and rabies shot.
I was ok until I was at the desk checking out, when this song came on the radio, and I just lost it. I had to go alone because my husband was still at work.
I survived, tears now too, but, it will pass. Thank God my new baby is healthy and full of mischief and the other 3 cats are gradually accepting him.

Rest in Peace my Precious Scooter.
Marcel likes to jump into my cereal bowl, just like you used to do.

Trish...this exact same thing happened to me. When I took Ginger in for her first vet visit, they put me in the same room as I was in with Cleo making the decision. I teared up and remembered him and the whole tragic process...it made me sad, but then hopeful too. That I had a new vibrant little soul carrying his spirit forward somehow. And, that I could love and care again, and ever so quickly.

This is honoring Cleo and Scooter, not forgetting them.

PS. As "healthy" as this may sound, I have to laugh at myself...I am newly divorced this year and I am no where near ready to even consider another man in my life. Cat yes, man no. tee hee.

I hear you about the new cat in your life. I'm sorry about your divorce, I've been through one already, and am very close to getting another one. Animals are so much less trouble then men, at least they don't cheat on you. Anyway, I agree to consider out new babies as new beginnings, even though we had to go through the trauma of being in the same room again. I don't know how my feet carried me towards that room, but they did, and I got through it, very emotional of course, but, I MADE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Look at my post of the Angel In the Sky, A sign from Scooter? I took that picture yesterday before Marcel's vet visit. My co-workers saw the angel in the clouds too. I hope you see her in the clouds too, To me, it was sooooooo amazing.

Trish

I had to take Simba II to the vet after I adopted him to get his rabies vaccine. I waited a few days so the little guy didn't think I was taking him back to get rid of him. The shelter I got him from would have done it (for free) but they were closed on Sundays and it was to far to go back just for a shot so I took him to my vet where "Simba I" and I said our good-bye's. It wasn't that bad, we were in a different room but they all look the same (about 8x8 and very small).

All the staff greeted us when we walked in and told me how happy they were that I adopted a new cat. Even one staff member took the time to come and tell me she was sorry about "Simba I" and she wasn't there the day he was put to sleep. So this told me that the others told her my story and she knew who I was. I thought that was very nice.

I am very glad I switched to these vets because the other ones I used to go to seemed like cold hearted androids that just cared about making sure I got the bill before I left and I didn't want "Simba I" dying in their hands.