There is a day for everything. Sure, most of it are marketing devices more than actual commemorations, but, I suppose, better something than nothing.
Today, apparently, is National Pet Parents Day.
National. It's funny how these things are almost certainly of an American origin, but we take them on anyway because, again, marketing devices. And while I am a first-time pet parents - I've been doing this for almost two years but, still, it is my first time - I'm not calling to be celebrated. I'm not looking to shout from the rooftops, proving somehow that I am an awesome person. It's too much of a faff.
But, yes, I have been a pet parent for almost two years now. I didn't plan to. It's not that I didn't want to, but I didn't plan to, and to be honest, I never imagined I would. But it's worth remembering that there were two of us raising Bonkey, and now there's just me. My life is now ruled by a Persian floof who demands I sleep at six in the evening and wakes me up at three in the morning.
Despite all that, I never felt any less of a parent to this floof. I drove the car, so I was the one bringing him to the veterinarian. It wasn't always just the two of us, but several times - and obviously the last few trips - it was just me and him. Heck, I brought him to be neutered. I spent five hours at Satchmi just waiting for the whole thing to be over. That was a surreal experience, even if it shouldn't be. I finished a magazine while waiting for a groggy cat so I can take him home.
And yet at the vet, it wasn't my name listed on the pet information sheet. And while we've been to the vet a few times since all that happened, it hasn't occurred to any of us - not me, not the vet - that we need to update information. For formality's sake, I suppose.
That is, until yesterday, when the vet's assistant - a new guy, it seems; I must note that Bonkey hasn't seen the vet in six months because the doctor went on maternity leave - wondered if it was really me on their records. Nope. I had to explain some things, and then we all resolved to change the information.
So, in a computer somewhere in Mandaluyong, I am officially listed as the parent of a cat. Happy National Pet Parents Day to me, I suppose.
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