Sunday, May 2:
A sad day - we are told of Rus’s death from a ruptured lung, caused, it seems, by our drive yesterday. With him we certainly lose one of our best friends. I noticed again yesterday how anxious and concerned for R. he was as R. climbed down into the orchestra pit.
If one of us were to have died, the dog would doubtless have known it in advance, but we are taken by surprise - this on top of everything else. I write to the children. In the evening some acquaintances - we are despondent.