So I went to retrieve Penguin from the vet after work. I had mostly been ok all day, hadn’t cried until I got there. I went in, said I was there to pick her up, a vet came and talked to me about what the diagnosis was (most likely cancer, possibly bone cancer that then metastasised to her lungs) then I sat there for another 45 FRICKIN’ MINUTES waiting for them to get their sh*t together whilst in obvious distress! The vet nurse thought I was waiting for a consult, then worked out I was there to collect my dead pet, then faffed about with how much it cost (don’t ask for resuscitation, it adds $100 to your bill). Then retrieved the pet carrier WITHOUT her in it, then finally brought her to me. When I got her out to the car, I stopped to check it was actually her in the carrier! I then drove home which took over half an hour, in the dark, whilst bawling my eyes out! Hubby has dug a hole for me, now I’m going to give her a cuddle before I bury her.





