Things never run smoothly

Last week I wrote a heartfelt and serious entry about the death of my beloved cat. I didn't tell the whole story at the time because I was too upset. As with most feelings, time rounds off the sharp edges of emotions and allows us to laugh at situations which in the past made us cry.

Once I had made the decision to take Harry to be put to sleep, I grabbed the fridge magnet with the vet's phone number on, made the call, they told me to come down straight away as the surgery was quiet and they could see me right away.
Hazel and I had our last cuddle with Harry, put him in the carrier and off we went to a village about 20 minutes away (We changed from a closer vets at the recommendation of my bunny guru Agatha, friendlier and cheaper - the vet's, not the bunny guru!).
We arrived at the vet's, by this time I was in tears and could barely speak. I gave my name to 2 very puzzled receptionists. One said, "Is the cat here to have his ears done?" I burst into tears and said, "No he's here to be put to sleep." After a few minutes I realised what I had done. I had phoned the vet's we used to use and driven to the one we currently use. I made my apologies and left, they promised to call ahead and let the other surgery know I was on my way.
The rest you know.
You really couldn't make it up.