Aaaaand here goes my last bit of patience... (A rant)

On monday it'll be 4 weeks since I had to say goodbye to Pantera (my kitty, not the band)

I decided long ago that I wanted her cremated when the time came, and I spent the weekend leading up to the day looking at urns and whatnot..

I was told on the day of that I could expect to pick her (and the urn) up in about 2 weeks.

Last friday I called the vet and asked about the delay.
The reply was:
She'll probably be ready next week. (Meaning this week)


Called again today at 1pm asking nicely and explaining that I only expected a 2 week wait and that I was starting to worry they'd lost her or something.
The nice lady I spoke to looked at her computer and told me: "she should be here. I'll have to check with the guy responsible for her paperwork, however, and he's busy atm. Can I call you back in a bit?"

I told her " ofcourse. I'll just grab a quick shower while I wait, so I can come immediately when you've called back. Will be available in 5,just so you know"
She made ut sound like that was a good use of my time, so ofc I expected a call telling me Pantera was ready to come home for good.

10 min later I got the call:
"She's arrived at the crematorium and everything's fine, but she hasn't returned to us yet. Guess you're gonna have to wait a little longer. Wish I could tell you what's taking so long, but I promise I'll call you as soon as she's ready"


So now I'm sobbing yet again at the disappointment and anger I feel towards whoever's the reason it's already taken twice as long. I'm at my witts end.

I miss my fur baby! 😭😭😭😭


Edit: I feel like adding I also haven't been able to sleep since yesterday, in spite of trying repeatedly.