It's taking all my will power and restraint to not put Stella into a carrier and cart her back to the Animal Care Center on East 110th Street. I went to the pharmacy and picked up the prescription for Tramadol. When I got home, I took the paper bag with the prescription from my pocket, tossed it onto the bed, and logged onto the computer. About 30 minutes ago, I decided to lie down on a heating pad, and I noticed all these scraps of paper. I fund the bag torn to shreds, but I cannot find the bottle of pills! I've looked all over the area and I have no idea where she's tossed it. I am very angry with her but more angry with myself. I should know better by now.