There were a lot of euthanasias tonight at that place. They were all up-by-their-bootstraps stiff-upper-lip, but you could see it wearing on them. Manfred, on the other hand, pleased the people. In his first ever trip "back there" with the vet folk, he was so well behaved that Becky (yeah, the one I talked to last night) was able to x-ray him by herself---her first time ever not needing help to position and still the cat at hand.
I watched a Douglas Sirk movie before and after the emergency vet. It's the one in which, for Christmas, the kids give the mother, who's given up her true-love scandalously young/not-rich Rock Hudson for their sake, a TV to keep her company---a TV being the most pitiful lonely woman thing in the world.
I tried to concentrate on the technicolor and think fondly of Far From Heaven.
