Coco smells like the Jungle Cruise tonight.
She did physical therapy today, and got onto the water treadmill! Great success. She actually handled it like a champ. Wasn’t afraid of it at all. Had a great time walking for treats. And then she even tolerated laser therapy and a massage, too. I think a big part of it was that we fed her before we left, so she wasn’t crazy.
Coco is making a full recovery. She still has a little way to go with building her strength back up, and we’re never going to let her do stairs or jumping down from anything ever again. But…she’s going to go on walks again. She’s free again to skip and tap dance around the kitchen.
She sleeping next to me right now, smelling like recycled water (thinking about giving her a bath, maybe, but I want to see if it just fades by morning time, and that way we don’t have to start giving her a bath every week for the next ten weeks—we’ll see), and just passed the fuck out. Happy as a clam. Healthy. I love her so much.
K. It’s really time for sleep.
Night night.