I dropped Little Lolita off at 8:30 this morning, and my heart broke having to leave her in that stainless steel crate. As I walked out, she whimpered and stood up with her paws against the "bars," and I just crumpled inside.
When we got in the car to go this morning, she was very nervous and shook half the way to the vet's office. I thought she was probably thinking "Where the hell am I being taken now???" Think about it .... every time she has been in a car the last couple weeks, she has been handed over to someone else, and sure enough, I was doing that this morning. She doesn't understand that I'm coming back, but she will know her value to me in a few hours when I pick her up.
I called a few minutes ago, and she came through just fine. She is beginning to wake up now, and I'll get to pick her up about 3:30. She will have to wear one of those infernal collars for a few days to keep her from licking herself. I hate dealing with that thing, but it is good for her protection. And it will be good to have her home for good, safe and loved.
OK, that's all for now. The baby is recovering. Whew.