My cat died about a month ago. My sister wanted to get him neutered whereas I didn't, but in the end she got her way. I was told by the vet to not feed him or let him out the day before the operation. Then the day of the operation comes and we bring the cat in a carrier to the vet's practise where he tells us that he'll call once the operation is done.
A few hours later my sister gets a call from the vet telling her that the operation went well...
Ten minutes after that my sister gets a call from the vet telling her that my cat had a heart attack while waking up from the anastethic.
So to reiterate:
The animal that I'd raised myself for three years from the time it was two weeks old was sent in for an operation that I didn't want, an operation my sister wanted. And because of that operation, or at least because of the anastethic, he has a heart attack.
Remember that this is also the day after I was told to let him go hungry, when I was told to ignore his cries when he wanted to go outside and when I had to put him into a carrier that he was terrified of.
Not my sister who wanted the operation, but me.
I couldn't even bring myself to go see the body before they incinerated it and to top it off my sister never even apologised for what happened, saying that she had nothing to apologise for and now she keeps talking about getting a new cat or a dog.
So yeah...sorry for the long post and all but this is stuff that I've haven't even said to friends or family. To be honest it feels kinda nice getting it off my chest.
..........Damn you OP.