Everything went well and she’s home now, rockin’ a protective cone and wandering around in extreme disorientation, which makes me feel guilty because I don’t want anyone or anything I care about to ever be in distress. (This is why I’m not taking any pictures of her in her cone. Trust me, though. She is WEARING that cone.)
What kills me is that Jayne is following Gypsy as she moves from room to room. He hasn’t left her side, not even for dinner or treats.