Tesia had a good night! I think she was SO happy that she got to come home. She rooed so loudly when she saw me in the waiting room (and she is not normally a rooer) and when we got home, she walked in and just stood in the doorway to my bedroom looking in. I went over to her, and put my arms around her and said, you're home - and she just stood there and sort of leaned into me while I kissed her sweet face and stroked her ears. I think she was so relieved and content.
It was about 10pm when we got home. Even though they said not to feed her, given she had just come out of surgery 5 hours earlier, I gave her a small amount. She hadn't eaten since 6:30pm Thursday night, and she was hungry! I figured if it came back up, so be it. But it didn't. She looked to be in some pain on the drive home, so I gave her a Tramadol as soon as we got home, too. She slept well through the night, and actually only woke up to move around the bed - I think I have become like a new parent with all the surgeries and nausea of the past 6 weeks - I wake at her every move now. But there was no pain, no panting, no pacing. She ate a good breakfast this morning, and I gave her another Tramadol.
I'll try to take some pictures of her little bare bum later on. She's sleeping again now, and I don't want to wake her. She didn't lose too much tail fur at all - but I'll have to be careful about not staying out in the cold with her too long until she gets some fur back. It's an impossible spot to cover - it would impede her going to the bathroom.
There was one sort of upsetting thing that happened. I was waiting in the waiting room for her to be brought out, and I was watching the main door - when another very old, quite thin and frail looking Golden came through the secondary door. I saw her out of the corner of my eye, and it took me a beat to realize it was Tesia. But in that fraction of a second, what went through my mind was, "oh, poor thing - that's a very sick, old Golden."
I wonder if that is how people see her.