The following nights I slept with her (rather dozed off so now and then) on the sofa in the living room because sleeping on that cot became almost a torture for me. My husband slept on the other sofa in the room.
The vet came to our house a half hour later (normally his assistant was on duty, but he himself postponed a not urgent surgery to take care for Pipke).
Only ... just looking out into the garden makes us cry ... it's as if our world has stopped ... even my hubby's garden house stayed closed. His easy chair stays no longer on the lawn in the afternoon, there's no longer someone waiting for him to take a nap.
We even walked in the garden no more... it's too hard to bear.