Willow's spaying is this morning. It's been two and a half hours since I dropped her off at the vet where she went trotting to the back with the attendant without so much as a glance at me. She's so trusting. I felt a little like a traitor, delivering her for this procedure although I know it will pay health dividends in the end. Waiting is hard and the house seems empty without her big personality filling it up. Update: The vet called, three hours in and said it went very well. Now the waiting begins before pick up time at 5:30.