Shyla spent yesterday at the hospital, having her molar extracted. Somehow, I let this event turn into a bigger deal than I should have. Based on my research, I didn't expect any options besides extraction. Then, there was suddenly the option of a root canal with a "cap". That option had the advantage of being less invasive and saving the tooth. The downside was that Shyla wouldn't be allowed to chew on bones or chew toys for the rest of her life for fear of breaking the tooth or the cap.
After much angst, we decided on the extraction. While they did it, the vets realized that her upper and lower molars weren't correctly aligned. That might have been one reason underlying the broken tooth.
I don't know why I second-guessed our decision for the entire time that
Shyla was in surgery but I did. I'm exhausted from all the second-guessing!
R will be very glad to have his little sister back home.
While Shyla was in the hospital, it was fascinating to see the change in R's behavior. Since Shyla joined our family years ago, R stopped alarm barking at visitors approaching the house. We've joked that he's "subcontracted the barking job" to Shyla. It seems to be true! While she was gone, he went back into watchdog mode for the first time in years.
Just R and I were home. His deep booming bark at anything moving in our clearing felt very protective. Thank you, R!