On Father's Day I met with the family who had won an hour-long session that I donated to photograph their three greyhounds. One of the three was Pi, who arrived from Caliente a year ago. I took several photographs of her because I loved her ears:
It was not long after this that she was found to have osteo in her left foreleg, which was amputated.
Despite having recently-discovered lung nodules which, thankfully, have not grown, Pi was in good spirits. We met at a local park that was bisected by a small stream. I had her pose on a wooden bridge that crossed the stream:
(Her leash was digitally removed.)
After crossing the bridge we walked a bit downstream and stopped in a shady spot. I took a few shots while she laid on the grass:
I had her go back over the bridge so I could get a shot of her ears:
She went back over the bridge a third time to lie down as it had become a little warm for everyone:
Her scar has healed nicely. I marvelled when I looked at it.
I grabbed a couple more shots of her with ears erect, then we called it a day.
Pi's arrival from the track and her subsequent osteo diagnosis and amputation had caught my attention more than most other greys that I've seen at other retirement days. I was glad to see that she was doing well.
How strange that this session foreshadowed what was to come for us, although none of us could see it: just two days later we started our own osteo journey.
