I Left My Heart In Paris

Chapter 8

“Bonjour Belle, are you ready to go to the doctor’s today? Don’t worry little one. It’s going to be okay.” Camille grinned as she scooped up the little kitten in her arms and reluctantly set her in the pet carrier. She casually slipped on her jacket and picked up her cat’s carrier walking down the stairs lifelessly so as not to fall down.

As she made it to the ground floor, she opened the entrance door and walked down Montmartre's mundane stairwell whilst holding the pet carrier in her hands.

A few minutes later, she finally reached the end of the stairs and decided to walk to the veterinarian by foot. She sauntered past a bakery and resolved to buy herself some light breakfast on the way. Camille walked into the bake shop and looked up at the assorted variety of pastries in the pastry box observantly.

"Bonjour. Puis-je vous aider?" The bakester said in a sweet voice.

Camille looked up at her and flashed a warm smile. "Bonjour, Madame. Est-ce que je peux avoir deux pains au chocolat et deux croissants s'il vous plaît?" she demanded in a polite tone.

"Ouais, bien sûr!" she replied as she picked up her orders perkily. "Et voilà! Voici vos pâtisseries chérie." The woman beamed, handing her her pastries in a paper bag precisely.

"Ah, excellente. Combien?" she asked as she took out her purse to pay the woman affirmatively.

"Ce sera 23 euros s'il vous plaît." The woman smiled sweetly behind the counter.

"Ok…" Camille grinned and offered her the right amount of money. "Voila!" she said as she gave her the cash and picked up her pastries on the counter table.

She received her balance from the woman and left the bakery. "Merci beaucoup madame. Au revoir!"  she said as she exited the shop fleetly.

As she was walking to the vet, she took a dense bite of the pastry in her hand and gobbled in her mouth cravingly.

A few minutes later, she reached in front of the clinic with Belle. "Bonjour! J'ai rendez-vous à 8 heures…" she said contentedly to the clerk with felicity.

"Bonjour, quel est le nom de votre animal de compagnie?" The male asked in a deep French voice. "Belle?" she stated in an issue. "Ok. Attendez-vous dans la salle d'attente s'il vous plaît. Le médecin sera bientôt avec toi." he smiled as he got up to send the paperwork to the doctor.

Camille nodded and took a seat next to an empty chair near the counter. She set the carrier on the ground and waited stoically for her turn. She pulled out her phone from her pocket and logged into Instagram whilst waiting for her pet to be called. She scrolled spontaneously on her Instagram newsfeed and liked a few posts in real-time.

"Bonjour! J'ai rendez-vous à 8h30. Ouba?" The male said in a pleasant voice. "Bon, quel est le problème Monsieur?" the clerk questioned calmly. "Mon chien est malade.  Pouvez-vous m'aider s'il vous plaît?" he inquired in a worried tone.

"Attendez-vous dans la salle d'attente s'il vous plaît." The woman beamed kindly at him. "Merci…" he grinned as he sauntered to an empty seat a few meters away from Camille. He settled down and sighed at an easy rate. He glanced at his dog and petted it softly. "Ça va mon ange tout ira bien." he cooed and kissed the dog gently on the head.

Camille glanced at her pet and smiled. "Hang in there, Belle." she said, looking at her from the carrier cage perfectly.

A few minutes later, the door of the doctor's office was wide open. And out walked a tall figure at the door holding a clipboard in his hands. "Belle?" the doctor called out like a dream.

Camille got up from the seat and walked into the doctor's office hastily leaving everything behind. "So, what seems to be the problem?" The doctor interrogated courteously. "So, I found this abandoned kitten in the streets yesterday and she looked injured. She couldn't barely walk properly." She explained to the doctor seriously.