She came through the surgery fine. She was trembing and whining and anxious when I got her home, but that was as much due to the side effects of the Tramadol they gave her for pain as anyuthing else. I've cut her dose in half and that seems to be all right.
She's recovered her sense of fun, and boredom, and her appetite for romping, but she's not allowed to romp for twelve more days to protect the stitches.
We'll know about the biopsy in about a week, sadly.
Meanwhile, she's a dog.