I cried when I dropped her off this morning. She looked over her shoulder at me while trotting back with the tech. I called every hour, worry warring with the intense requests coming from all angles. For once, I didn't care about the Absolutely Urgent and Earth-Shatteringly Important Issues (!!!!!).
She whimpered with every bump we hit on the way home, resting a paw on my leg as I kept one hand on her back.
I coaxed her into her chair, fretting when she'd restlessly move about, only to droop until she was resting wherever she was. She stood with only her head out the dog door until I walked over and offered to go outside with her.
We slept - both of our heads hurting - and I woke at 11. She followed me downstairs so I scrambled her an egg and was pleased when she ate. She's since gone back to bed and I'm attempting to handle some of these critical issues.
Thank you for the your comments and concern. The reminder of mortality is rarely a pleasant one and I don't know what I'll do when I eventually lose her. It was a rough day today and I expect tomorrow will be a bit uncomfortable as well. But we'll stay here in our comfortable house and mostly ignore the world as she heals.