jennyann
Gone but not forgotten. R.I.P.
The PDSA was located a few yards from the Aston Station
bridge on Lichfield Road on the left hand side, just below
a ladies shop called Constance. We had adopted a kitten in
1950 and my mother said that it had to be neutered. There
were no dispensaries in Erdington where we lived, the
nearest one was the one in Lichfield Road.
I was asked to take the kitten to the PDSA to have the op done. This meant walking to Stockland Green from our house off
Marsh Hill with the kitten in a shopping bag....catching the No.78 tram to Aston Station. The kitten didn't like the inside of the shopping bag needless to say!!!!!! I was about nine years old
and obviously had never taken a kitten on a tram before!
We arrived at the PDSA and they took the cat away for it's op.
Later on the vet came through and said that the cat was not
coming out of the anesthetic very well and might not live.
I was very upset but whilst I was trying to deal with this
they bought the cat out and said the cat was still alive but very poorly. They wrapped puss up in an old jumper and told me to go home. I will always remember waiting for the tram back by the station and people looking at the cat sleeping in my arms like a baby...out to the world but still alive. Also, on the tram people were staring at the cat and me. The cat survived and went on to live until age 18.
bridge on Lichfield Road on the left hand side, just below
a ladies shop called Constance. We had adopted a kitten in
1950 and my mother said that it had to be neutered. There
were no dispensaries in Erdington where we lived, the
nearest one was the one in Lichfield Road.
I was asked to take the kitten to the PDSA to have the op done. This meant walking to Stockland Green from our house off
Marsh Hill with the kitten in a shopping bag....catching the No.78 tram to Aston Station. The kitten didn't like the inside of the shopping bag needless to say!!!!!! I was about nine years old
and obviously had never taken a kitten on a tram before!
We arrived at the PDSA and they took the cat away for it's op.
Later on the vet came through and said that the cat was not
coming out of the anesthetic very well and might not live.
I was very upset but whilst I was trying to deal with this
they bought the cat out and said the cat was still alive but very poorly. They wrapped puss up in an old jumper and told me to go home. I will always remember waiting for the tram back by the station and people looking at the cat sleeping in my arms like a baby...out to the world but still alive. Also, on the tram people were staring at the cat and me. The cat survived and went on to live until age 18.