When some of you have been given a grim diagnosis for your own dogs, and they exceed the time a vet has predicted, those days have been called 'days of grace.' I've never really known personally just how precious those days can be until I was told on Saturday that Rudi probably wouldn't live through the night. It's Tuesday morning and she's still with us. Knowing that this can change at anytime makes me realize just what a treasure each day (with Rudi) really is.
|~Rudi in May, playing frisbee~|