This morning we walked Ella to her new vet (recommended by close friends with pets in Astoria) and stayed with her through a quick exam. Then we, er, left her. She's being spayed as we speak. █████ was quite distressed as we left the vet and worries that Ella will resent us when she picks her up later today. I assured her that Ella would still love us, even if she's in discomfort later, though now, thinking about the poor dog on the operating table, I'm getting pretty squirmy myself.
The vet and the techs were very reassuring, though. Ella's in good hands, dammit.
