A bustling household

It's been almost one year since Atlas was diagnosed. Actually, we may be right at the year mark. He is now 165 pounds...wonder if that's the Hydro or if he would've been that big??? Hmm...he only eats 4 cups a day and we still are very active with them. Cole is just fine and has had no more run-ins with the cars! He is still as ADD as ever though...BUT he is really good about coming when called even when there is another dog to go and sniff. They had a day at the bark park today with their cousin, Chaz. Nothing really to tell there...normal dog stuff..lots of sniffing and greeting!

Above is a pic of our cats too. This past summer we had to put the black and white one to sleep. Her name was Brenna and I got her in high school when my parents were getting divorced. She was a very active cat in her younger years and loved to hunt, balance on privacy fences, and hang on the door to let us know the adventure was over and it was time to come in! She was not an outside cat but enjoyed her adventures every now and then. Anyway, arthritis and a bad declawing (which did get fixed and improved her mobility..OH and I WILL NEVER declaw another cat!) left her with limited mobility. She lost alot of weight over last summer and then started losing her appetite. Since my animals tend to LOVE visiting the ER, her condition got worse over a weekend and that's exactly where we wound up. After some IV fluids and diagnostics, the docs felt that she had cancer or some type of kidney thing going on b/c she had an abnormal kidney ultrasound. My husband and I thought about our options. Seeing as she was 12 years old and had limited mobility b/c of arthritis, we felt her quality of life was not worth the treatment they were saying she may need. IV fluids everyday? Chemo or surgery if she had cancer? Blood transfusions? No promises. It's always hard to make that decision and that was the first time I've ever had to do it. One minute they're here and 30 seconds later it's all over. Very sad but I am happy she picked me out at the pound. My little bologna thief (stole it right from my brother as he went to put it in his mouth)!