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I could write a book on how much of an impact this little guy had on our lives, he single handedly brought our family together in a way not possible without him. We rescued him 8-9 years ago he was a stray in the neighborhood, we couldn't get close but my mum was leaving food out for him, one winter it was record cold and he didn't run away when she went to feed him. She picked him up and took him in, we already have two cats at this point, so we weren't to sure what to do. We took him to the vets and had he was in overall good health except for a chipped canine tooth, they said shouldn't cause him any issues. Ultimately he decided to stay with us, he loved the family, but I was his special boy. I knew the guy like the back of my hand, so when I noticed his tooth could've been bugging him a bit I wanted it checked out. We went to two Vets, the first seemed like they really just wanted your money, and kind of just scared us into thinking we had to go with them, the second seemed very nice, and with the testing facilities on site I felt more comfortable with them. We made the appointment with the second vet, days leading up to I felt increasingly anxious, but would look at him and say "you'll be a big strong boy, you'll be fine..." The night before I couldn't give him his bedtime treat he'd become accustomed to, but instead of being a stink and not sleeping with me, I just had to give him a few extra pets and he snuggled right in. He was never bad about his carrier, I just had to open the door and in he went. It was about a 15 min drive to the vets, but he was fairly calm all until we got there. I pushed my lips up against the door of the carrier, and he pushed his head up against the other side for our one last kiss. We were asked by the secretary if we wanted anything else done and we said no, just the tooth. He didn't make it. The vets couldn't really give us an explanation, but speculated it was either a freak allergic reaction to the anesthesia, or something with his heart. I don't blame the vets for his loss but they didn't make it easy.. We took him home so my sister, brother, and other two feline friends could say goodbye. However I did notice at the vets they had trimmed his claws because every claw on one paw had been cut so short he was bleeding, when confronted they said it was a "courtesy" service, so they don't wake up and hurt themselves, but why ask then if you're going to go ahead and do it anyways? They also sent their head vet to drop off his carrier we left and never asked for, and she made a joke pertaining to killing our friend, told us she wasn't really a cat person anyways, and asked for a hug before leaving. She was supposed to bring us his cremated remains on Friday after work as she lives nearby, well when I didn't hear anything a couple hours after she was off work I left a FB message, and called the vet and made the emergency staff get a hold of her, they basically said he was picked up late from the crematorium and wouldn't be ready to pick up until Monday. At that point that was all I needed, amazon packages have tracking, but I had no idea where my boy was it was torture. She jumped on Facebook and said she forgot to call us, and tried blaming the crematorium, and said she "had no idea we'd be waiting so intently for a call" I was so angry with them at this point I just wanted them out of everything. So I messaged the owner and told him my story, and how all I really wanted was to pick him up personally on Monday and never have to see them again. Now props to him for getting us our boy back on Saturday, but he had to go and refer to my boy as an "it" when he passed me Taj, I'm still so angry with myself for choosing them.. He deserved just the best, and I don't think those people were it. I have all of these beautiful memories that feel tainted by the vet we chose. He was a consistently awesome part of my life, and is missed deeply.