Our sweet boy, Ryder, broke his leg this week.
Both radius and ulna. He's in a cast, however, the radiologist believes the bone was weak due to cancer. If so, the bone will not heal and he would have to be in a splint for the rest of his life or have it amputated, which is not really an option with an 11-year-old greyhound. More likely he has cancer elsewhere, as well. He will go in next week for a follow-up and we will know more. We have had Ryder for 8 years, and he's been an absolute prince. While he's resided with George and Debbie this past year while we've worked through the selling and building of houses, it will still leave a hole in our world.
He was our baby before we had a baby, and Anna doesn't know life without him in it. It's a sad time.