Notes from early 1984: My connection with Ruski is a basic factor in my life. Whenever I travel, someone Ruski knows and trusts must come and live in the house to look after him and call the vet if anything goes wrong. I will cover any expense.
When Ruski was in the hospital with pneumonia I called every few hours. I remember once there was a long pause and the doctor came on to say, "I'm sorry, Mr. Burroughs"...the grief and desolation that closed around me. But he was only apologizing for the long wait..."Ruski is doing fine...temperature down...I think he's going to make it." And my elation the following morning: "Down almost to normal. Another day and he can go home."
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