Coco was better today! She can get up to speed now and trot. Her eyes aren’t flickering back and forth noticeably any more. They probably still are, but subtly enough that I can’t see it. She had a very active, very normal Coco day.
She still can’t walk straight. She still stumbles to the right. Her head still tilts to the right. She’s not recovered. That’s hard to see. BUT…
She is better.
Doc said it would take two weeks. Reading on the internet said there should be pretty dramatic improvement in 24-72 hours. Tomorrow morning, it will be 72 hours, and she, without question, has improved dramatically from how bad it got back on Saturday. So…optimism is the word, I suppose.
And I am. I’m not so afraid that she’s dying as I was on Saturday.
I just find myself worrying that this is her new normal. Which would be fine, to be clear. But, I was thinking about how I don’t remember what she looked like when I took her out to go pee on Friday night, the last night before this happened. I can’t picture how she bounded down the stairs, or whether or not she stopped and trotted out from the front door to see if I was coming behind her. I didn’t get the chance to make that last night she walked like that special. I don’t want that to be the last night she walked and ran like that. And if she does recover fully, I won’t take it for granted ever again. I’ll remember how she’s walking now, and think about how lucky I am she got to run and bound and be fast again.
Time for me to sleep. I have a big day tomorrow. Night night.