Bella was spayed today (she is 25 weeks old tommorow).
I took her in and was crying through her admission.
The vet called around 2 and said she was doing really well.
We went at picked her up about 6pm tonight.
Since then she has had a little walk around, walked into the chairs (I blame the collar) and stretched (ouch!). I've now confined her to her sleeping quarters for the night and she is crying a bit.
What a day - if only they gave me something to knock me out for all the drama.