Well this little guy - renamed Thor to the delight of my son and the chagrin of my daughter!!! - is getting stronger by the day thank God.
Physically he is almost back to normal but the emotional scars of a 12 day sojourn in the vets are proving a little harder to heal.
Don't get me wrong, he was treated wonderfully in the vets but the enforced separation from his only recently acquired foster family when he was feeling so awful has left him very fearful of being left alone. He accompanies me EVERYWHERE I go - to the bathroom, upstairs, every trip in the car - wherever I am, there you will find him.
He finds it very hard to sleep in one of the many doggie beds in the house, he really only sleeps soundly on some lap or other. He finds it hard to settle at night even with the company of the other dogs - he doesn't cry but we leave him standing at the door when all the others, even little Pippy , have found their beds.
This anxiety will pass, I know but it is hard to watch him struggle with separation anxiety especially when he didn't start out that way. Photos to follow, I promise!!!