When my wife and I were moving back to Canada, we needed to get our cat Spoogy the proper certificate so we could bring him with us. So we went to the vet and he got his check-up and latest shots. Long story short, he ended up picking up an infection there and we had to come back and get anti-biotics for him.
In another cat related story, one of my partents' cats (well, used to be our family cat) Misty, was recently diagnosed with oral cancer (she was almost 16 and still very feisty!). It was really a tough decision to put her down, but it was getting really bad and painful for her, not to mention she couldn't eat very much. She used to hate going to the vet and riding in the car, but the Last journey was really calm and she was really cooperative with the vet right up to the end like she knew it was time to go. It was very sad.
