A simple tooth cleaning. Of course, that meant she'd be under so we'll deal with this wart and that lump and... hey... what's this on her foot? Tumor? Oh, crap. (Don't worry, it was benign.)
I picked her up after work and she shuffled to the car. I understand the term "hangdog" now. She looked slowly up at me, then slowly out the window, then sighed, then slowly back at me to repeat the cycle.
At home we got her all set up in a corner of the living room with blankets and her pillows. We even set up Henry's monitor so we could hear her instead. (Yes, Henry will someday tell his therapist that we cared more about Tokul than him.) Just before we went to bed we busted out the "Buster Collar."
If Tokul was bummed before she was downright depressed once the cone went on. Still, she's a good dog and just suffered quietly. Well, maybe not quietly. We heard her all night long.
I was worried the cone was too much so of course it wound up around my neck. Yes, it sucked. A lot. But if it keeps her from licking her foot it's worth it. Luckily, the cone didn't stick around for long. On Tokul or me.