The shedding machine of my life is in surgery today. It's her right knee this time. When I told the surgeon yesterday that I wasn't exactly thrilled to be seeing him again so soon since we were just here in May, he gave me a little chuckle and said, Well, she only has two hind legs. I made a sour face at him that said loud and clear how little I appreciated his humor.
The house is freakishly still without her. To be honest, it gives me the creeps. Without my little brown shadow there, my time at home is definitely not the same.
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