Little Love was better this evening. She actually sort of walked up to the barn, instead of hobbling and stopping and swaying back and forth. The movement definitely helps her and I wish I could keep her outside in the pasture all night, but unfortunately Becky is gone and I can't ask her if that would be alright with her. I'm sort of thinking it might not be, as she seems to be very careful about how long Col stays outside in the first place (he has been outside TONS now that Lilo has painful feet...)
Once Little Love got to the barn door, she hovered there for a good ten minutes while I did some feeding etc. She really doesn't like to walk on the barn floor, but she was motivated to get into her stall, as the shavings are soft. Col was very supportive, going over to her and giving her licks and breathing over her face, but then backing up as if to say: "Come on, you can do it." Here is a picture I took with my phone of the two of them.
Once she got into her stall, Little Love started eating hay immediately. A good sign, as last night she didn't exactly go at her food very eagerly. All in all, I think she was better than last night or maybe I'm just hoping, the difference is not significant in any case. Time just seems to be creeping forward as I know time will heel all this. Yesterday was about a century long and today wasn't much shorter. I'm sure Little Love feels the same. But I just have to believe that this will end soon enough and she will be back to walking normally, without pain.
I can't even imagine what this process would have been like, had I been at my old barn. I would have had people yelling at me and accusing me of animal abuse and what not. Luckily, even though there have been lots of questions by Becky's husband and the barn worker, neither one of them has told me that I'm insane and should not own any animals. Which is helpful, as I already feel like shit on my own :-) So, that's the bright side of things.
Tomorrow is another new day.