How would they know?
Tracing through paperwork, I suppose.
We had to have a beloved cat put down. After the *deed* was done, I told the vet That we brought a cardboard box with an old flannel shirt, the cat used to love to nap on.
At that moment, he told us about the law....and the *shock and awe* on our faces must have convinced him to say *Okay, okay...I’m going in my office to make a few phone calls; all anybody needs to know, is that I left the euthanized cat on the table ...left the room...and when I went back....the cat was gone. I’m sure the back door to the office was open.
We hugged him, and left with the cat. God bless that guy.