Recover

“Bones are stronger once they heal.” Charlotte Eriksson

About a month ago, we were taking Kyra on our nightly walk around the neighborhood. I've mentioned this before, but she so looks forward to it every night, and being a creature of habit (part hound, you know), she knows that exactly after dinner, it's time, and practically jumps all over Corb until we agree to go. 

This time was a bit different, however. As soon as we were done, Corb unleashed Kyra and, as she does every night, she started bounding toward Green Victoria in a mad scamp. It's one of the most joyous moments during the entire walk. But about ten seconds later, we heard a soft whimper. 

"That didn't sound good," Corb muttered, and I grabbed his hand and we walked toward the house. Couldn't see Kyra anywhere. Had she encountered a wild animal? Slammed into something? My anxiety level started to grow. And as we reached the front porch, we found her, limping toward us.  

Turns out, she tore a ligament. We took her in the minute it became clear that she wasn't getting any better. The problem is: during these COVID times, scheduling time to get a doctor to perform the surgery takes time...one month's time, to be exact. She is finally going in for surgery tomorrow. 

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