I think I’m starting to think of Riley as a dog, rather than a patient. Finally. The great part about dogs is that they don’t remember acute trauma, like falling out windows and 5 days in 2 hospitals, 2 surgeries and a million X-rays. (Although she doesn’t look out the window like she used to. Fine with me.) Riley has been going to the barn with me again, pretty regularly for the last month or so, and seems to be doing fine with the extra walking.
Slowly Becoming a Dog, Again