I dropped Bea off this morning to be spayed. She didn't even get to eat breakfast! I felt so bad for her. When we got to the vet's office, she looked so sad. Poor little thing. I'll miss seeing her at home tonight, as I don't pick her up until tomorrow (probably after work). The vet is supposed to call me after the surgery, so I should hear by noon or 12:30 how she did. I'm supposed to be in a meeting today, but I know my mind will be elsewhere until I hear from the vet.