Yesterday, as I was perusing my inbox while shoveling lunch into my face, I noticed an email from the vet. He's a really nice guy and has always been great with my pets.
His office recently started sending out happy birthday emails. Yes, to pets.
I'd received one for my dog. He hasn't mastered the mouse click yet, though he is good at resting his head on my keyboard if I try to use my laptop on the couch. We'll have to work on before next year's card arrives.
Beyond the e-card, however, is the issue of the card I received today. It was addressed to my cat, Suki. That's all well and good, but that cat died twenty-three years ago. Really. I mean, if my would-be twenty-seven year old cat was having a birthday, that would be amazing, and a true testament to awesome veterinary care, but alas, tis not the case.
They may want to reconsider the database they're pulling their pet info from. Just maybe.
I wonder if I'll get birthday emails for my other two cats that have passed on during that time? I don't even remember when their birthdays were so I guess I'll have to wait and find out. At least they could have clicked the mouse.