Visiting the vet

Just got home from dropping Duncan off at the vet's office.  Of course he hollered the whole way there -- thankfully we're only about 10 minutes from the vet! -- and while we were waiting for one of the techs to come get him.  I know he needs to go there but I always feel like a traitor when I take him, especially when I have to leave him for the day!  Poor little boy!  Its so quiet here without him.  4:00 can't come fast enough.  Glad I have things to do to keep me busy so the time will go quickly.  I know he'll be coming home but the house still feels so empty without him.  Its amazing how the little things become so big when he's not here.  When I was still working my neighbor would sometimes take him downstairs for a visit when I'd first come in and I loved having a few minutes to decompress from the day and the commute but since I retired I hate not having him here all the time -- even when I'm tripping over him!  Or when he comes flying in from the other room and leaps onto my lap as if to say "HERE I AM!"; when he climbs up on my knee and head butts for kisses so I'll give him some of my food; when he races around the house like his butt's on fire --  all the crazy little things he does that make me laugh.  

Ok.  Enough!  I'm sure this melancholy that seems to be taking over is mostly a lack of sleep -- I never sleep well when I have to be up early because I'm always afraid I'll oversleep -- but, again, 4:00 can't come fast enough!