I just got home from picking up a very happy Wylla. All went well, and she now has a bright, sparkly smile. Before we left the parking lot of the vet's office, she sat on my lap, making biscuits and giving lots of purrs, squeaks, and love. She was super chatty, and seemed to be telling me all about her experiences that day, and some of the weird dreams she had under the anesthesia.
As soon as we got back to the house, she had a little snack, then said hello to Bean who had sauntered downstairs to greet us.
She's doing fine, and the only evidence of the day are a couple of shaved patches on her front legs that were made while they were searching for a vein for the IV catheter. It looks like she's wearing a tiny pair of Ugg boots. I'll try to get a picture of them before the fur grows back - it's adorable.
Thanks for all the good thoughts today! They worked! Our wee girl did great!