Deja Vu

We had to take Eli to the vet today. He was long overdue his rabies shot.

Normally, this is far more traumatic for him than me, but today, not so.

I was feeling a little PTSDie over the death of Lily, just a few days ago, right at this vet's office.

I've already sniffed over the loss of my petting buddy in the mornings, an empty basket where she slept and the biggest of all, being able to put the water bowl in the floor instead of the bathtub.

You see, Lily, being a Maine Coon, liked water. And sometimes, when she was drinking, she'd get a little carried away. She'd start off by scooping up water and drinking out of her paw, but then she'd splash a little and that would turn into a frenzied splashing session.

Whoever heard her would fly into the bathroom and yell, "Lily!" She'd stand there, water dripping off her ears, nose, whiskers, chest, legs and feet, and give you that death stare that said, "WHAT?" And of course, the floor was a lake.

So, we kept the water bowl in the tub, so when the mood struck her, she could go at it.

Eli hates the vet, but doesn't pitch a fit. He is silent, but uses all twenty pounds to fight against whatever is happening, as he is trying to get back in his carrier.

Twenty pounds doesn't sound like much. But you try keeping that pure muscle and determination on a slick table. Whew!

Of course, today, we brought back a strong, healthy, young cat who is in his last  year of growth.

The other day we brought home an empty carrier and a burial box with Lily's remains.

Thankfully, not every day is sad. Today was a good day, for which I am grateful. 

Aren't you?