It feels very odd...

... to be making my evening snack of cheese and biscuits without the sound of scurrying feet when I open the fridge, and the sight of a very politely drool-dripping pooch sitting next to me while I make it....

(The night nurse says she's fine, though, and is eating and accepting of cuddles.)

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