Well the cat was at Death’s Door yesterday.  She’s arthritic, deaf, has breathing problems and has hyper-thyroidism.  She used to be well-upholstered but now is skin and bones.  She sat yowling, growling and then started turning restlessly.  As it was Friday 3pm and the out-of-hours weekend vet service costs two arms and two legs (as opposed to an arm and a leg for normal hours) I rang the vet feeling anxious and sad and made what felt like the last appointment.

5 minutes later  a fur ball is ejected, followed by a wee in the hall, a snack from the food bowl and she curls up to sleep.

7 minutes later I call back the vet.