This quiet is too darn loud

This house is empty without that dog. I miss her terribly. I miss her tossing the ball onto the couch and looking at me to toss it across the room. I miss her standing in the kitchen before where her treat jar is on the counter, and looking up at it, and back at me, and back up again at the jar. I have tomorrow night to got through all this empty house fun again. Then Wednesday, we begin day one of a ten-week recovery. Bless her. I made a sling for her this evening - she'll be able to get up the stairs but not without my assistance. She's a big girl; hence, the sling. I'm not sure what to expect beyond that, but I do know I'll be very glad to have her healing and at home.