Ru’s surgery was today, and it went well. She’s spending the night at the vet and we’ll get her back tomorrow.

I am realizing (as is Rachel) how used to her we are. Now, it’s not like we’re never not around. I travel for work, for example. But we’re never both home without her – if we’re both here, Ru is too.

Not feeding her, giving her her medicine, having her come start at me while I eat (never know when something might get dropped, and even at 13 she’ll move fast to grab dropped food), is proving quite odd, disconcerting.

I’d just never really thought about this, since, obviously from what I just wrote, this situation hasn’t come up. It’s never an issue if I’m at a hotel in New York or DC or something, but my instincts here, with Rachel present, are completely that Rusalka should be as well.

Let’s hope the call to come get her comes earlier rather than later!