Dropped Small Dog off this morning for her luxating patella operation. She was very well behaved even while the vet was examining her bad leg but as we left she was trembling and pleading to come with us.
We had to ring the surgery at 3pm (10 minutes ago) to find out how she is but apparently she's still in theatre and we have to wait another hour before ringing again.
It's amazing how long each hour has felt today, and knowing that she's still having her operation will make the next hour even longer.
I've been trying to keep busy, doing one of my favourite things, dressing some little toy dolls, which has helped somewhat, but it's hard to keep my mind on task.
She's only a very small dog, but her presence normally fills the house..... today it has felt unusually empty. No pitter patter of her claws on the tiles as she does her rounds, checking where we are and whether or not we might be having a cup of tea and a biscuit. No little tousled head appearing round the door of the workroom, requesting I open the door to let her out into the garden. No frantic digging in her basket as she attempts to rearrange her bedding to her liking.
It's been a very quiet, empty house today......