Cheyenne is fine. Thankfully, she's cancer free. Her doctor tells me it's good that we had the lumps removed though as two of them were getting aggressive. Aggressive fat? I had no idea the girl and I had that much in common. Wink wink.
In my usual all-about-the-girl fashion, I've pulled out the sofa bed and we're sleeping on the second floor tonight. It's easier for her to go down one flight of stairs, I believe, when she needs to get in the grass. She had a lump removed from deep under the inside of her front left leg, one removed from her chest and two removed (one deep) from her right back flank. I'm watching her having a bit of a challenge finding a comfy spot. But I know she'll get there.
I'm so happy to have her home again, so happy to no longer be wondering, fretting, hand-wringing. She keeps getting settled, then raising her head in anesthetic confusion, and I'm so happy to be right here beside her to tell her It's okay, girl, it's okay, and watch her heavy eyelids close again.
Thanks for the thoughts and prayers. I knew you'd be there, I just knew you would.