Sigh...

I spent last night at the animal emergency center. Riley broke both bones in his leg yesterday. And get this... was still walking around on it. The only way I knew something was terribly wrong was because he was tremoring to the point of his teeth chattering. In the morning, I'd thought he was just cold. But by afternoon, it didn't make sense anymore. The oncologist said she's never seen anything like it. And when she examined him, he let her do whatever she wanted, never showing teeth or biting her (which is what she claims usually happens). To which I responded, "Would you believe he used to be a really aggressive dog?" I think she thought I was kidding. Anyhow, she took x-rays of his lungs, and says they don't appear to have any gross tumors yet. We're waiting on a radiologist in California to read them this morning to confirm that. If his lungs are confirmed to still be clear, then he'll get his leg amputated this afternoon. If there are tumors that somehow the really smart oncologist missed seeing, then he'll come home with us tonight so we can say one last goodbye. UPDATE 10:43 a.m.: His lungs are clear, so he's going in for surgery around 1 p.m. UPDATE 12:37 p.m.: He's knocked out and on his way into surgery. Doggie prayers please. UPDATE: 2:31 p.m.: The waiting is killing me. The surgeon said no news is good news, and that she is going to wait until he wakes up before she calls. Call, damnit!!! UPDATE: 3:09 p.m.: He's out, everything went as well as it could, and he's mad.