Life is Doggone Good.

Last week was an emotional whirlwind. It all came to a head Friday afternoon when I spoke with our vet who informed me that Grady was laid out on an exam table and not doing well. All of the vets in the office were stumped as to why our sweet boy was in a coma. David and I went to visit him, and I hysterically cried because I thought it was the last time I'd see my Grady. He was unresponsive, and we felt the best thing to do was move him to a 24-hour vet to monitor him throughout the night. After a restless night, we received the best news Saturday morning - the questions were answered, and Grady was diagnosed with Addison's Disease. It's not great, but it's treatable, and thank God we have our dog back! My heart is full again - the space reserved for my sweet, furry baby who provides the best unconditional love - it is healed. Life isn't the same without a dog.

As we nursed Grady back to health over the weekend, Nana flew-up for a quick visit. Cohen had a great time visiting and playing with her!