Sorry for the lack of updates, I’ve been a bit busy with the little lady. Today, we had our appointment at Greyfriars, the rehabilitation and physio facility. They couldn't have been more lovely. Everyone was really excited to meet Conchita having read her story, and she had loads of lovely cuddles. The physio was delightful and very pleased with her range of mobility. Not fazed at all by the wonkiness of her gait, or that she only appears to have one stride pattern - in fact, she was comforted by this, as she doesn't like to see tripods galloping around, putting undue pressure on their remaining joints. ChiChi was brilliant and laid on the mat for her assessment, wholeheartedly believing it was nothing more than extra cuddles. She didn't want to leave once it was all over, as she was nodding off on the mat! The physio found no signs of any stiffness or arthritis which she said was quite surprising given the amount of time she's been limping, but I suppose she's been so cooped up, she's not had the opportunity to do too much damage.
The upshot was, we've been given some massage to do on her scar every day and a simple bend and stretch of her remaining front leg, but that's more of a preventative and diagnostic tool to be the first indication if anything starts to stiffen up. She will go back for a reassessment in six months, but she didn't see the need for any ongoing therapy as she's in tip-top condition. Yay! She needs to shed a little bit more weight, which I already knew about, but overall, she's doing brilliantly. My little superstar.
Aside from that, she's really struggling with being separated from me. We'd worked through this a lot in Spain, but in this new environment she's finding it harder, which is unsurprising. She'll have had a lot of trigger stacking going on the past few days, too. If I go out of sight for more than a couple of minutes, she will bark and pace. This is distressing for everyone, especially since I know we're on a tight schedule as I leave on Sunday afternoon. This evening, I've popped out for a few minutes at a time just into the hallway and also outside (breaking up cardboard boxes and taking them out to the recycling bin!) and managed to have her not bark, but I know if I go out for any length of time it will start up again. The problem isn't really the barking, but what it represents in her emotional state. I know she will settle in time and I know that she will bond to my parents and learn to trust them, but it doesn't appear to be something that will happen while I'm still here, so I think they may have a few difficult weeks ahead. I feel so bad about leaving her, knowing she'll be distressed. I really want to take her home with me!