It’s a struggle to be a fur parent, knowing your fur kid just wants to go play bitey-face with his friends but can’t. And maybe the fur kid would like to be able to do his job because sometimes it’s fun. And then as a fur parent you worry, because the fur kid pooped in his automatic waterer and that is so out of character … and barfy …
Yeah, I am getting twitchy on the obsessive part of OCD lately. I want to help my horse more. But all that really helps is time. It might be possible to accelerate the healing of a soft tissue injury by infinitesimal amounts, but there is no way around the stall rest and time off. It has to happen. I am glad Eli has been able to be hand walked this whole time, though.
On Tuesday, he got some treatments — PRP and shockwave — that hopefully help the healing process along. He gets another shockwave session in two weeks. Once his bandage from Tuesday comes off today, I most likely will not have to be icing and wrapping any more. And he can keep walking.
It’s also disappointing to me that I can’t be there for Eli’s vet appointments because of the demands of my job right now. But he has a lot of people looking out for him now (and all the time, really) so he’s not missing out on anything, as far as his care is concerned.