Update: They’re gonna knock her out and amputate the last joint of her toe.  It wasn’t viable (it had twisted around and the blood supply got cut off) and they wanted to get it done before it had a chance to get necrotic.  So she’s still at the vet and I’m at home stressing about my baby because she’s old enough that I wouldn’t want her to go under anesthesia if there was a choice.

Out of everyone involved I think London is the least stressed, and spent most of the vet visit either napping or charming the vet techs.